6:00 p.m. general psychology class
and our teacher is showing us inkblots.
what do you see here? and here,
mhmm, that's very interesting, well it's all just
heresay, after all.

and this one, she says.
what about this one?

that one, i think, isn't that one
hips?
surely, hips,
to move and touch and grasp
and bite and suck and kiss and reveal
slowly, like
a dancer in a bar, or
a lover behind closed doors.
hips, like -

it's a tiger,
the girl next to me says.
obviously.

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yeah, a tiger,
i say.

obviously.

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a/n: sexually repressed?

what, me?
no, never.