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a poem by Kimberly Hazel
Vacancies
My fingers in my own vagina
rub until I throb and rock
to something deeper than thought.
Yes, I do try on
several scenarios
a range of men
in the few minutes
it takes me to end.
There are those days
when self-help leaves me
unfilled and void.
Days when I eat another
peanut-butter sandwich
something still missing
Stuffed with fat and fingers
I remain empty.
rub until I throb and rock
to something deeper than thought.
Yes, I do try on
several scenarios
a range of men
in the few minutes
it takes me to end.
when self-help leaves me
unfilled and void.
Days when I eat another
peanut-butter sandwich
something still missing
Stuffed with fat and fingers
I remain empty.