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This poem is so old that I don’t remember writing it. There are eight of them at the beginning of an old journal I stuffed in a box, one in which I never finished writing. On the bright side, I now have a new old journal. In retrospect, all I can say it that I am an old bat now and that the ’90s were a marvelous, twisted time for me—easily witnessed by the fact that I titled this poem Love Song rather than something like Slutty Sugar Analogy:


Love Song

I eat boys

like candy.

Beautiful young

tight boys

with enigmatic smiles

who wear their sex

like wild cologne.

Sweet, startling


who hold their cocks

with confidence,

who drive me

like they own me.

I eat boys

like candy.

Especially those

that spank me.


sometimes, girls

just like it rough…