Do My Poems Slap Your Face?
C Chuy Amante
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Do my poems slap your face,
or do the dance and swirl
and your tongue taste?
Do they grab your ass
cheeks of red I read last night
so well
under bright light
with glasses
no goblets to fill
I am no longer here
no me for good, no me for bad
no me for good
no me's not bad
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