Reduce, Reuse, Recycle - Andrea Mastromatteo

A plea:

“Marriage won’t save you and polyamory won’t set you free” She

moans anti-porn values slapped on ugly art porn

It was only her pain, not yet finished grappling with

the grief of young lovers being Dicks.

Chicks. Pics.

Here’s the thing.

Old lovers can be real Pricks too.

This is what you call it.

“Promiscuity”

Leave feminism out of it. 

Cosmo 

doesn’t count, mamma.

You’re not becoming a “Republican”. You’re just becoming bold in voicing your fear.

Free love’s to love and leave and love again, and sometimes all at once. The

Yanomani call it sharing the hammock

SHABANO

but what could they know?

lacking the graces of a hip, evangelical literary. 

Somewhere all over the United States and somewhere in South Africa, Norway and Hungary too

boundaries I’m not so sure of

An untold number of honeys with songs on our playlists first played for me/she/he.

I find posterity 

in knowing this

is how love gets around.

What do you know of love if you’ve never seen your lover love another? Never worn the shirt she left there sometime before?

I’m listening to her mixtape to him right now the

idea of it

cradling my ears like his child did my pelvis

I trust her tastes as much as I trust my own.

Which is to say I don’t know how much but we all

do our part in keeping the planet alive in our pants and in our pants.

Pants and moans is all there

is

In the end

you sleep alone

the howler monkeys singing their song,

Imagining future lovers long gone.

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Andrea Mastromatteo