As/Is







1.16.2012


Apparition Poem #624 (Adam Fieled)


What would happen, the elderly
matron thinks, if I fall in love
with a thirteen-year-old kid? I
only saw him once, picking up my
niece from Cedarbrook. They were
flirting, and he looked very dashing-
a gorgeous Goy. I can't jerk off to
anyone else. Because (obviously) at
fifty-five you can't have sex anymore.
She picks up and dandles her vibrator.
She got this about thirteen years ago, too.