Argento’s Envy

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Argento’s Envy

I’d have one of them tongue piercings, sure
With that cool silver ball—if I was twenty
When I spy the smooth grey nub of metal pleasure
I imagine it must stimulate folks plenty

I delight in how denuded cheek-pinch lewd
A silver bullet can so brazenly present
The story of sexual ardor, or King of the Jews
Minutely written in its hoary flagrance

I stare with bald desire at what time can’t assuage
This cybernetic tripwire so sequestered
My Bohemian longing unbecoming of this stage
By smoke and whiskey, tongue forever blistered

—Joanie Fritz Zosike
New York, December 30, 2011

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