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_sex and red hair_

I was doing my laundry
when sex and red hair walked by. her back arched backward and her red hair, too.
she wore blank tights with no panties that
showed her sex
and I almost didn’t
smile back.
she was washing her dainties andfancies. the lace was a tossed salad in the wash.
she had no bra under her spandex top and I saw
2 dots of sex
through 1739 strands
of red hair.
I said, “do you have any dryer sheets?”
she said, “yes. in my room. wanna come with?”
“sure,” I said, “just let me get my poetry notebook.”
“poetry, huh?”
“yes. i’m a poet,” I said.
she looked interested, the sex and red hair. i’d made it a point to talk about poetry. she’d fucked a friend who’d read her his poetry and he was no good:
Roses are Red  Let me count the ways
we got to her room and the fishes bubbled in the corner and her sex smell hung on
the air like a man holding a building side with a forefinger and a fuck you .
“just a minute,” she said and stood on her little toes to
get the dryer sheets off a top shelf and I stared at her hot sex through the tights
and watched herred hair swaying back and forth and back and the other way
and I smelled the man about to lose
the fuck you and she said, “how many do you want?”
I said, “one. two. three. I don’t care. i’m bummin’.”
she laughed with the sex and red hair.
“I want to read your poetry sometime, ‘K?”
“sure.”
the falling man yelled, “fuck you .”