oofpoetry:

“We don’t have anything in common,”
I said. “We’re two completely different people.
It doesn’t make sense to stay together.”
But then she started to rub my penis
through my pants, & I suddenly remembered
that we both did like Indian food.


Hal Sirowitz 

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