My Promiscuous Pandemic
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Reader, I wore a mask the whole time.
I promise: I never strayed from my family bubble.
God be my witness: I washed these hands until they were pink and raw.
But this horny mind of mine
she got into bed —
Sometimes it was the backseat of a used car
Sometimes in an alley
Sometimes the broom closet —
with everything.
She flitted from lover to lover
like a hummingbird
hitting those big pink and white
winter blooms of the Sasanqua.
She woke up in beds
she didn’t recognize
and wondered — with an unfamiliar book collapsed
on her face —
“How did I get here?”
She met them on the Internet,
invited them into our home,
again and again,
people she barely knew,
socialists, communists, revolutionaries & outlaws.
She took them for all they were worth,
as if each time — this time —
her appetite would be sated,
satisfaction & comfort
slackening the sickening yearning.
Still, the bright blue button beckoned.
RSVP. REGISTER. JOIN.
And she did.
*For Haymarket Books & their YouTube channel