© Sauce*Box, Summer 1996.
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Trojan Man
by Allison
Eir Jenks
Last night I was touched
by an aged, black-eyed
Trojan from the back woods.
He made me fall like a bold faced
Ballet dancer with unclear eyes.
We lit through
a sensuous, agonizing fever-
With the optimal balance
of the Big Dipper.
He broke the nauseating script,
Waking my neglected comedy
with October secrets.
Combing through the morning
bonfire with tribal concord.
Wind-chill bit at his semen.
Through the breathy encore
I accepted his release
Knowing the cold injection
would rapture me,
Swelling my prolific doubt
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