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Touched by God
An owl sits on my shower rod,
tells me he was touched
by God,
slips me a tab of LSD.
It carries me back
to that other shower stall,
legs wrapped around
thrusting hips,
sirens singing
from distant shores,
back when I still pretended sex
meant you loved me.
Pris Campbell
©2013
In MiPOEsias Bubble Bath Issue Feb 2013
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