Sex

            Sex

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My first sex

Was ten years of Slam,

Bam, Thank you Ma’am.

He would ask

Did you come?

What the hell did that mean?

Instinctively, I knew

To answer, Yes.

One time

He started to do

Something Different.

I got excited.

He backed off.

Apologized.

Mumbled about

That was only for whores.

I wanted to be a whore.

Instead, I remained

The constant virgin.

One day Old Brian Stevens

Rode by looking for his

Fence-jumping bull.

I pulled a peach pie

Out of the oven.

The coffee pot was always on.

It’s the neighborly thing to do.

Pie and coffee at the kitchen table.

Old Brian was eighty-two.

I was nineteen and eight months pregnant.

When my husband got home

He interrogated me.

This happened nearly every day.

I got used to it.

I must have been

Some Hot Sex Pot

And didn’t even know it.

Or did he think if I’d give It to him,

I’d give It to anyone?

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