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4 poems by Kyle Kirshbom

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in line at the coffee shop poem

picking dry
cum out of little
hairs
on my stomach

good choices

poured 250ml of codeine
into a plastic cup
mixed with sprite
and absolute
vodka
after my cousin
just turned 13
after reading from the Torah
after chanting the haftarah
after delivering his drasha
after becoming a man.
during his bar mitzvah celebration
I’m in the bathroom
of a new orleans country club
high as a motherfuck.

looking out

if you ask
a partner
to put
their underwear
in their mouth
as a gag
be careful
because they might
ask you to do the same
and you don’t know
how dirty your underwear is

cockfighter

I feel like
whatever
it is I had
for the briefest
moment is
gone, and
whatever
I thought
it would
give me
exploded
behind me

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