Because I am a real 18 now I
go with stalwarts to the Adult Mart where
adults are bought or sold. Windows shining,
double-sided dildos arced in prayer,
and the neat rows of vibrating cockrings
in the pews, out in the garden. Here are
shapely butt plugs, blushing fleshlights that sing
in euphoric naked woman voice, or
when batteries die, naked euphoric
sea monster wailing to be found. Strap-on
Turbo-Dong doubles as a walking stick,
handy thing. We’re driving back when the fawn
comes out of nowhere,
eyes on fire, burned headlight lust.
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