川柳 · 299

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Nuh-uh, she says. Don’t move. Hands behind your back!

She pokes. She prods. It feels big, she says. You sure I can’t unwrap this tonight?

Stop!

But you said I could shake it, feel it, pinch it?

Yes—

Yes but nothing, she says. It’s so big! Where did you say it goes? And it feels long and thick. Is it a candy bar? Is it really just for me? All for me?

Just wait until—

What can I do with it? Can I suck on it like a pepermint cane? Is it like licorice? Can I ride it like a pony? What will happen if I ride it like a pony? Does it have a name? Can I peek?

No!

Just a little peek? What can I do with it? Just a peek?

Stop pinching—

Ooh! It’s— Did I make it pop? I feel it—like a little heartbeat. And look, the wrapping is getting all wet and slippery.
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making
····me come in my pajamas—she comes
········in hers
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Redbud | December 24 2016

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