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Air Sex

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Jade-Pandora

Published: Jul 2, 2013

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You saw a gray mouse today
in the form of a girl
pickin' her way, skittering through
the trail of alley apples.

On her mannequin’s body
wracked by a smoker's cough,
wrappings of newspaper headlines
held fast with twine.

Ticker tape judders from
the fortune cookie
between her thighs,
but don't stare too long

cause you might see the
ink blot of two profiles.
That is,
if she still gets her periods.

And if she holds still
long enough, her eyes will
show you the mania. But she's
studying you right back.

And the scab-engers of her arms
are more chaos than you can handle,
so don’t be square just standin' there
playin' air sex...

WHACK!

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alley apples = bricks