Poetry

Lezie

Lesbianic medallions spin on dykes in boy shorts

Saggy shorts she’s wearing

But at dick is what she’s staring

At my dick, or the dick of someone standing behind me?

What are you looking at dyke? You want some of this?

Next thing you know…the dyke gives me the sweetest, most softest kiss

As I get out of the train I’m reassessing like, maybe I had dykes all wrong

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