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Back of a Car

Adam Fieled

Asinine, as is, this ass is:
ass I zip down into zero:
anal, a null, a void, this is.
I’m behind a behind that
sits smoking, rubbing, pink-
tipped, tender, butt, button.
She watches me watching as
I go brown-nose in another.
Only her car-ness, averted by
eyes to a wall, seems happy.
Only she can stomach rubs
of the kind that want plugs.
Sparked tank, here comes
no come, & aggravation.

Adam Fieled

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