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shower. She’d come in to wash his back. Damn these big walk-in showers. No privacy. No time to wash yourself and dream. She’d come with those hands of hers. Soaking him. On the nipples. Chest. Then she’d travel on down to his thing. He sweet peter jesus. So tired. So forlorn. And she’d begin to tease him. Play with him. Suck him until he rose up like some fucking private first class. Anxious to do battle. And she’d watch him rise until he became Captain Sweet Peter. And she’d climb on him. Close her eyes.
    honey. it’s too much you know.
What?
    all this sex. it’s getting so i can’t concentrate.
Where?
    at the office. at lunch. on the train. on planes.
all i want to do is sleep.
Why?
    you know why. every place i go you’re there.
standing there. smiling. waiting, touching.
Yes.
    in bed. i can’t turn over and you’re there.
lips open. smiling, all revved up.
Aren’t you horny too?
    yes. but enough’s enough. you’re my wife. it’s
not normal to fuck as much as you do.
No?
    it’s not well, nice, to have you talk the way
you talk when we’re making love.
No?
    can’t we go back a little, go back to our
normal life when you just wanted to sleep at
nite and make love every now and then? like me.
No.
    what’s wrong with you. are you having a nervous
breakdown or something?
No.
    if i become the
other woman will i be
loved like you loved her?
    And he says i don’t laugh. All this he says while he’s away in California for one week. But i’ve been laughing all day. All week. All year. i know what to do now. i’ll go outside and give it away. Since he doesn’t really want me. My love. My body. When we make love his lips swell up. His legs and arms hurt. He coughs. Drinks water. Develops a strain at his butt-hole. Yeah. What to do now. Go outside and give it away. Pussy. Sweet. Black pussy. For sale. Wholesale pussy. Right here. Sweet black pussy. Hello there Mr. Mailman. What’s your name again? Oh yes. Harold. Can i call you Harry? How are you this morning? Would you like some cold water it’s so hot out there. You want a doughnut a cookie some cereal some sweet black pussy? Oh God. Man. Don’t back away. Don’t run down the steps. Oh my God he fell. The mail is all over the sidewalk. hee hee hee. Guess i’d better be more subtle with the next one. hee hee hee. He’s still running down the block. Mr. Federal Express Man. Cmon over here. Let me Fed Ex you and anyone else some Sweet Funky Pure Smelling Black Pussy. hee hee hee.
    I shall become his collector of small things; become his collector of burps, biceps and smiles; I shall bottle his farts, frowns and creases; I shall gather up his moans, words, outbursts wrap them in blue tissue paper; get to know them; watch them grow in importance; file them in their place in their scheme of things; I shall collect his scraps of food; ferret them among my taste buds; allow each particle to saunter into my cells; all aboard; calling all food particles; cmon board this fucking food express; climb into these sockets golden with brine; I need to taste him again.
    you can’t keep his dick in your purse
    Preparation for the trip to Dallas. Los Angeles. New Orleans. Baltimore. Washington. Hartford. Brownsville. (Orlando. Miami. Late check-in. Rush. Limited liability.) That’s why you missed me at the airport. Hotel. Bus stop. Train station. Restaurant. (Late check-in. Rush. Limited liability.) I’m here at the justice in the eighties conference with lawyers and judges and other types advocating abbreviating orchestrating mouthing fucking spilling justice in the bars. Corridors. Bedrooms. Nothing you’d be interested in. (Luggage received damaged. Torn. Broken. Scratched. Dented. Lost.) Preparation for the trip to Chestnut Street. Market Street. Pine Street. Walnut Street. Locust Street. Lombard Street. (Early check-in. Slow and easy liability.) That’s why you missed me at the office. At the office. At the office. It’s a deposition. I’m deposing an