© 1997
“Fitzi in the Yearbook”
grin muffled but
sneaky, slithering
out like his penis
did in the Drive In
a June before I could
imagine anything so
slippery sliding up,
let alone inside
me after months of
Saturdays in my
mother's grey apartment,
my sister giggling
behind the couch,
a tongue pressing
between lips should
have been a warning in
the blue Chevy I felt
he was all whale
crashing with his
now you've done
this to me, you have
to, everything in
me sand he
collapsed on
2009 Wood Coin: The Horny Play Boy Bunny (Jackalope) Gets Some Issue: Lifshin, “Fitzi in the Yearbook”