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Sam Axelrod

Two Poems

I love my nephew He's five months old He's new but not available We've never met I doubt he'd remember if we had I'm worried he doesn't have a mechanic It being tax season and all It being spring and all

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My penultimate pee tells me about the night I'm having the night I had What color is it How did it feel coming out I'm too conscious of how my right thigh often hovers I don't know why I do this why I balk So many men stand pledging allegiance to lives they're required to massage