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Alan Dugan - Untitled Poem - IIIAlan Dugan - Untitled Poem - III
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Why feel guilty because the death of a lover causes lust? It is only an animal urge to perpetuate the species, but if I do not inhibit my imagination and dreams I can see your skull smiling up at me from underground and your bones loosely arranged in the missionary position. This is not an incapacitating vision except at night, and not a will of constancy, nor an irrevocable trust, so I take on a woman with a mouth like an open wound. I would do almost anything to avoid your teeth in the dirt. She is desirable, loving, and definite, but when I feel her up I hesitate: I still feel the site of your absence. It is as large as the silence of your invitational smile or the vacancy open in the cage of your ribs. Fuck that, I say. Why be guilty for this guilt? It’s only birth control. Therefore I extend my hands tongue and prick to you through her as substitutions for the rest of my body in hopes that you’ll be born again as her daughter before I have to join you as your permanent husband, but I know you: you want me to come, come as I am, right now, without her, and to bring along a son.
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