on my knees I suck
what started as foreplay
growsin my mouth and tongue
bent over the bed
one more inch would do me goodstanding on tiptoe
face down flattened out
dolphins swimming on dry landriding waves back home
two scissors
rubbing
girl or guy it matters
notboth would hit the spot
default position
lack of creativitymost romantic encounter
April Salzano teaches college writing in Pennsylvania and is working on her first (several) poetry collections and an autobiographical work on raising a child with Autsim. Her work has appeared in Poetry Salzburg, Pyrokinection, Convergence, Ascent Aspiration, Deadsnakes, The Rainbow Rose and other online and print journals and is forthcoming in Inclement, Poetry Quarterly and Bluestem.
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