With Altitude

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I am a teenager
for the first time,
again
Out here —
a ripe mango
in the wild

I left on a Friday
By Saturday I was pumped full
With altitude
With air
With a delirious appetite

I imagined myself
floating above him
Like I did when we first met
in his truck, at the lake
On the roadside
At the ocean

My hair licking him clean
His hands,
two hands,
both hands —
All hands
on my hips

Before he knew it was my weakness
my undoing
I ached for him
like
a teenager
Again
with visions of movies
and stars
to hang my lust upon

We moved like music
all waves and electricity
The outside of him
inside
me

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(above)
Autobiogenesis, 55
2019
Transfer Letters
4 x 4 in

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