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from The Erotic Poems
 

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Stumble upon me
I am lying all ready
particle board shag rug foam
as flesh the system breaks
loud punch they give us
free they gave you bare walls
bricks call it a
loft plane for wonder
and shame smoke between
friendly eyes lean into my
belly words spat on that mic
can’t amplify rattle rain
I saw you spreading
legs lies taut as you spoke
right in the patron’s dark
lids so whisper to my pants
a way I will not hear

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That night you wore wrong lips
face as much as possible blank
I smile with my eyes thinking
so many girls I will never touch
us on stage if you can call it that
the back end of an apartment
a guy dressed as a mime in paint
you and me there just to say we were
and your girlfriend said she’d changed pills
her period came once a year
on the side she had some other guy
on the other was looking for another
as if it were an interview
I handed her my card

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CHRIS HOSEA is a graduate of Harvard College and the University of Massachusetts Amherst MFA program for poetry. His poems appear in 6x6, VOLT, Conjunctions, LIT, The Literary Review, Denver Quarterly, and other magazines. He curates a monthly Brooklyn-based poetry series and works as a copywriter and artist. He lives in Brooklyn and works in Manhattan.


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