On one side I hear the neighbors fuck

and on the other side I hear
them fuck too.

The ones over here, the bitch screams
it loud because she wants everyone to
know that she is FUCKING.

The ones on this side are older
and this bitch has three kids
already and she just grunts and
groans with her face in the
pillow like it’s a painful but
necessary act.

But this one sticks her head out the
window and screams from hell ’till
Tuesday because she wants everyone to
know that she’s FUCKING and that she
is an ORGASMIC bitch and she has a
wonderful boyfriend and that
everything is hunky dory over there,

while this one is less
competitive and is only
concerned with the horror of it
all because it must be painful
and it seems to always lead to
babies.

And the husband or boyfriend does the duty as he is instructed.
He humps away silently, stoical Spartan spitting his sticky spume, throwing it to
his wife or girlfriend, staining the sheets, making sweat and straining to hear the
other guy’s wife or girlfriend across the concrete courtyard, drowned out by his
own bitch’s canine yelps as she struggles toward orgasm
beneath him.

And he tries to imagine,
closes his eyes and arches his back as the sweat pours off him,
tries hard to imagine,
that he is fucking anyone
or anything
else.

 

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Douglas Goodwin is a poet who came to prominence in the 80s and famously attracted the admiration of Charles Bukowski. Goodwin's work is available in rare editions on Amazon.com.

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