A college roommate once confessed
he fantasized about growing a vagina
on his shoulder: It would be
so handy, right there
whenever he needed to whisper
in its big wet ear.
John loved redheads & disliked feminists.
One woman informed me
he had “bedroom eyes.”
Where would the uterus go? I asked.
He laughed. It wouldn’t need one—
it would have me.
What about the pillow talk?
It would sing me to sleep, he said,
with its pulse of surf.
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See Rachel’s photographic response, “Salty.”
I once visualized boasting two more penises like female breasts, you know — for the women.
Yow!
dave, i love this! and not just b/c it mentions redheads :) but b/c it is both fantastical and conversational at once. pretty cool.
Hi Carolee – Glad you liked this! John was the first guy I ever knew who specialized in redheads. I of course thought he was crazy. Chalk it up to youthful ignorance, I guess. :)