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I have trouble with Mass Media
—John Wieners
Kissing the young man
with the tongue ring,
he remembered an
article he’d read in
the newspaper that
morning. Or was it
afternoon? The
swizzle of the ball
atop the rod that
clung to his tongue
by a pin at the bottom.
Along the smooth, faux
entryway into an imaginary
throat. Into which he pushed
his own tongue, as much of its
entirety as he could manage,
into that slick cul-de-sac,
and then further still.
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