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A Purple Road Grater
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A purple road grater
Beside a dirt road in Mississippi

A male dog's shine of a prick poked out
Like the red silk scarf in your suit pocket

A stallion pissing in the field
As we school girls giggled from the bus
Squirming and nibbling our fingers

A room full of women at the Y
Dressing after swim class
Before I grew hair

The afternoon in my pink canopy bed
While playing with Barbie dolls,
I fingered my budding nerves

The first time I smelled a man's sweat
Up close, after he'd been running
And I did not turn away

First tongue of a kiss that was innocent
But led me to my procreation urge
That helped me off with my clothes
His clothes, off, and the strong spring
Of his cock in the room, all blood gorged
And demanding, and scaring me excitedly
And giving him my hips as I had given
My lips and my smile, I never knew the
Pleasure of the pain until then, the first time.

And as I lay afterwards, in the warm sun
Coming from the afternoon's west window,
The blood and his spent urge drying,
Feeling the life inside,

I knew

They were all connected

A purple road grater
Beside a dirt road in Mississippi

Making me stop and look

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Renetta Deanne Garrett Myers
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Copyright © Renetta Deanne Garrett Myers
September 1996

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