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THE BOYS WHO LEARNED TO FUCK FROM PORN MOVIES VERSUS THE BOYS WHO LEARNED TO FUCK FROM THEIR FATHERS by Maggie Glover

October 1, 2010 Contributed By: Maggie Glover

One side offered, believe or not: daisies.  Their orange bowties and Monroe piercings
made a hundred cities in the grass.

The other side: the knowledge of grasshoppers, how to jump rope—they wore sneakers that looked like sneakers, slogan pins like Shy in the Tooth.

The battle raged.  After careful thought, I arranged for both teams to break my heart.

When I told them how, we were all surprised.

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Filed Under: Poetry Posted On: October 1, 2010

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