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HYPERSEXUALITY      

I am on edge.
I writhe
like an epileptic snake,
bent over like a camel
dying of thirst.

Enter me with your dark-eyed pylon
Push it in so far
I forget the combination
of the lock the nuns secured
after my first period.

Fuck my brains out because
I don't have any left.

There are rhinestones stuck all over me
My heart sparkles
as my legs move into position.

      — Teresa White


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