He was there at the mike with a glow behind his head
like a literary god, so I fucked him.
Me, two other women, and this bisexual guy
named Frank.
It was five-bod-fuck and very poetic
because Frank got the whole thing on tape
for a project he was doing on bisexual poets
and those who love them.
Turned out Ed, the poet,
liked to suck cock,
which he did while fucking Susan,
feeling up Beth,
and I held the camera, rolling vid.
This is why I like to hang with poets:
they appeal to my spiritual nature.


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