Apr 08, 2008 18:32
04.08.08
THE FAT CAMP VALEDICTORIAN'S
ONLY POSTCARD HOME
Last night I licked
my nipples and wished
upon the whipped
cream moon for a rocketship
planted in your backyard,
my eleven o'clock astronaut,
and a landing pad
the exact right size
centered smack
dab flat on my
mattress.