a love poem Vonnegut could swallow

when undressed
no matter how the feat is managed

eyes
                        fingers

            imagination

man   must side-step
the crux of existence

once life is acknowledged
as sexually transmitted

                        all
  nuance is:
                        lost

This is a reprint of work originally published in Fortnight Literary Press.

Asha Deaving

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