The Way People Suck When They Ejaculate Too Soon”
A.K.A. “Sam’s Poem”
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Nothing so unsatisfying or incomplete
as when you find that in spite of the thick
creamy glob of doomed and undead babies,
which billows all over your tits, it now begs
to prove that you’ve never felt so alone.
A poem for your mothers, meow-meow.
That’s it, said the girl, who cried
and murmured incoherently
until the cold rigid kiss of her
one-time lover dried
and sleep fell upon her shame.
written by Jay Burnham (at the behest of Sam Milich after she found out that I turned our last conversation into a story for this very blog!)
