NaPoWriMo day 4

poem in which i watch porn for the first time with my gay best friend

huddled, between weeks, a creative space
that doesn’t allow light in has been made
with sheets cloaked over bookcases,
chairs, and a couch.
pooling in blue light from the television you
slide in the VCR we found in Katy’s room
to overcome the static, cutting through
the snow-screen and
suddenly appears a woman
legs apart like on
a deck of cards where the queen of hearts
has her tits out
from the pleasure beach
and venetian blinds knife through
the vistas, dark roads sick with tar
cough up, a car pulls up – and so
we take down all the sheets.


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