In my lap

'We could have conquered England!' she cried,
her arms up, hatracked against the window
her boy hips agitating the curtain into a skirt, and -
i'm undone again.

'we could have snuck in round the back
and pressed against the front wall
until they surrendered.'
I think this might have worked and test it on you.

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Monday in lecture -
you in a pew like nobdody's secret
have not brushed your teeth
and might smell of old blow jobs,

I hope no one knows it's me
and you are not wearing my socks
or fall asleep, whimpering out loud
when the tip of the pointer

as straight as an answer
as single as you
as decided as your tongue on my bifkin,
lands on England.