seasick Jesus
by Hezekiah Allen Taylor

boys named Thad are all the rage
he moved from one apartment to another
carrying his velvet savior tucked into his armpit
where it swayed slightly as he walked

he didn't really notice the buoyancy
but he did think that the bowling ball
in his right hand was awfully heavy

and he thought about the woman he was leaving
and the woman he was going to
and whether he'd spent enough time in between
and whether there really was an in between
and what the hell he was doing
and whether one pussy was really
all that different from the previous one

but he realized that all his old techniques
had become shiny and new again
so while he was still sweating
he began to whistle

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