That MorningRauan Klassnik
Normally you’d gather your things and leave in a shy panic, but this morning you slept in with me and we made love again. In town, by the old stone fountain, there’s a man with an 8-foot albino ball python snake and for five bucks you can get your picture taken with it— but we will not go down into town and I will not like Catullus snap thousands of pictures until we’re broke and then call up a whore to fuck me nine, yes nine times. I’m trying to get this absolutely right. The words “deer,” “clouds,” “trees,” and “it felt like it was raining,” have all been crossed out. And, so, here we are: in bed, together—— so nice, so white, and so happy.
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