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it
wasn’t
like anything—
not really anyway
and I wonder why
nothing since or before
has left anything close to
the same impression and why
it’s so hard to give voice to the
subject but I guess it can’t hurt to
try; it was like the first drag at the
end of a too-long day or maybe like
fingernails on the nape of one’s neck:
soothing but not sleep-inducing merely
enough touch for a much better day than
without it I suppose—or maybe not actually;
OK wait this is better: it was like a tongue’s
tip dipped downward and dripping wet into
my ear or an erection on the subway while
reading about oil and death and suchlike
or something, because it surprised as
well as sated and that’s something
not many chocolate ice cream
cones are able to do,
right? |