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Poems by cait collins
**i sleep with pens**
i love considerate men especially
the considerate man
in bed
next to me
dreaming
hours on end
ahead of me then
i edge in
without a sound
rub his unconscious pecker good
night
lightly
through the blankets
it's 5:00 am and
within
the next second i am sound asleep
too
the next second later
at 6 (a.m.)
the phone rings
i used to be
sound
asleep but
the considerate
fuck
alongside is
an early
riser
he answers the phone
nudges my shoulder
"hey babee you gotta pen?"
"o yea," i grit
"i gotta pen
doncha know
i sleep with pens
what do you prefer
a classic ballpoint feltip rollergrip
name yer brand
sharpie pilot a fine cross perhaps
shoved in yer dickeye
let me pour you
a hot bottle of
indigo ink
and bring you to fountain pen
paradise
dude
hold on while
i pull a bic clic out
of my ass
so
you can write me
a god damn
dream
while
yer at
it
©cait collins
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