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magazine
vol. ii, issue iii
July 1, 2004
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3 poems from
Michael Internicola

CHEESE OMELET, HOME FRIES, BACON ON THE SIDE AND RYE TOAST

"i'm gonna get some breakfast."-i said, 6 a.m.,
not sleeping on my side of the bed. i did that after
the second time she talked in her sleep, "i'm gonna
kill you."-she mumbled. i laughed, then she turned over and fell
back into a dream. i watched the light come up a lot of mornings
but that morning was different. i was too lazy to put my clothes on.
she'd be getting up at seven, keep me up till' nine.
so, i turned over and our asses were touching.
i slept like that for the last two years, ass to ass,
and i bet good money your sorry to say you been there before.

NACHO GIRLS

one time a girl i was seeing
surprised me by stopping by
with a friend. i was writing
with headphones on and didn't
even hear them enter. they scared
the fuck out of me. that was the
best room i ever had. playboy
centerfolds on the wall. stacks
of books by the best authors
known to man. some shitty single
mattress i laid out in the corner
where no good woman with half
a brain would want to bed down
on. the room had character. gatorade
bottles full of urine. toilet paper for
napkins. some 13 inch piece of shit
black and white that needed a wrench
to turn the stations. the owner of the
house was mafia. he got stabbed seventy
seven times and died on the front
porch. i made love to the words so
many times in that room the four
years i lived there. the neighbors were
vulgar. the heater worked shitty but
i liked it alright. anyway, the girl was showing
me off. i was really a writer,
"michael, this is debbie."-i turned around
in my chair and smiled softly. i didn't
say nothing. it was my turn to scare the
fuck out of them.

BAD COMPANY

the last time i
fucked her i laid
on top of her
and she looked at me
and i stared in her eyes
and wanted to cum in her
just to have a baby and keep
us tight forever but i didn't
and when i pulled out i jerked
off on her stomach, then i
laughed and she laughed
and i got up and got a paper napkin
and wiped my dick off, walked
over and handed her some to
clean up. we showered, talked
and went to a yankee game.
that's the last day we
were together.