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Dec 2020
One side
of your rubber face

sags

but  you're still hot
and pink

with a carrot
inching ever closer

to your bucktoothed
mouth

and the plastic valve
in your **** is open

so I could lip lock
and just blow

my cheeks puffing out
like Dizzy Gillespie

Whit Howland © 2020
Inspired by the art of Jeff Koons
Whit Howland
Written by
Whit Howland
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