Sexual Starvation And Imagination In The Middle Of A Calamity...

as she saw it
on that clear day she
remembered

how the tornado came
and sucked a house and a cow
smoothly to its
throat,

the house was gone
it did not spit the whole cow
and the tornado left

the grasses on the yard
were thick
and lush

she was so amazed with what she
saw
there was no fear in her eyes
it was pure excitement

she felt ecstasy
her groins excreted sweat

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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