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Orgasms
She hung ivory soap ads over our bed
to stare at as she came. Ironing
made her knees weak,
and she changed thongs
after hanging coca-cola merchandise
in the kitchen—pretty pin-up girls.
She moaned while stirring
pots of potatoes, rode me
screaming about trays of cookies,
the new ‘fridge she wanted.
It matched the countertops.
