Wednesday 12 October 2011

Memoir

If it were her memoir, a subjunctive
inventory of girlie excursions into
upstanding tons of sex, it would not be

exculpatory but inward looking,
this siren invariably rehearsing the
subject of her memoir,

a patentee of fuck -
and mercy me to read how she detonates
on a candlestick.

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