STEVE CROSS
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______ She dreams of sex on cotton clouds
Three men, their dicks, hanging like sausages
between their legs, caress and kiss --
KY96 pierces
her flight
with a screechin', cheatin' song
and she falls
through the hole and
slams back into herself.

Her husband lurches from the covers without speaking
yanks down his shorts --
He has dreamed too --
his rigid snake, coiling, hissing
struggles in its pissing.
Pungent stream spews into the stool.

They will eat
They might speak
They will work ...

It is his night
After the news he
will take her into his arms
and they will fall
onto the hard mattress.
She will drift into sleep --
a single tear, like a fat rain drop,
moistens her pillow.



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