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Innumerable Alaikums

Anne Boyer

Johnny watched me on the pillows after
flatbread and beer. I had never come so pure.

Walls, also, turned themselves on
with stories. Carpets were horny.
Boys throbbed from the windows.

Cocks were killer little animals.

Then Johnny left Istanbul.
Then the quiet left love
bites on my neck.


Too wan in the first place –

one can be over ( )

sufficiently. Lethe, effaced.

I swear to you I loved nothing,


I had no idea how free.

Anne Boyer

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