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The Man with the Golden Cock

by: Coop Lee

travel
make love
work
the way the lamp-lit-lot glowed on just my car
her hand against the window
i made money selling workout equipment: thigh hump gear
door-to-door,
my teeth
drank vodka in the dark of my motel

like,
sippy sip, on my juice cup
yeppy yep, yup yup
they squirmed on me: those beams of heat
like diagonal-cut colors
she laid her body against mine
throttled at something butterscotch
used my belt

i had no idea my cock was so fucking fierce
so formed to rip her abdomen out like that
goddamn
it took all night to clean up her guts
like yolk
soaked into the mattress