behind the green door
by Hezekiah Allen Taylor

I sing
remembering snippets
from my grandfather's vinyl
on days I would pretend to be sick
and my mother would pretend to believe me

now it makes me visualize fornication
all multiple orgasms and solid flesh-certainly not real

I guess that says a lot about me

Francine's Version -- Hezekiah's Version -- Inspiration
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