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She tugs my jeans down, squeezes my dick while saying squeeze.

Rush of blood to my Pennsylvania, Amish fleeing the depot
into my pubes. I’m supine on her floor-level mattress, her

right hand smoothing out the ponytail that is Pennsylvania. The state
looks phallic if you let it; expanding in area, land-grabbing

parts of Ohio and New York. People swarming in like semen,
testicles filling like moo-juice in a bucket.

I’m moaning at the ceiling 		when her mother walks in.

How else do I relate that Pennsylvania scatters

			a populace of inhabitants
on my girlfriend’s chest;

her mother asking if we’d like a snack?

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