“oh, I love my junkie boyfriend”
meagan said.
watching sickboy drive the twenty foot
cad steering the big wheel with his
knees
he timed the lights
while he tied off with the seatbelt
and pushed into a vein,
he was dancing in his head
just short of the nod
letting go of the belt and breaking
out in that shit-eating –grin
he always got when the shit
hit his head
she leaned against him and ran
her nineteen year old hand over
his thirty year old cock,
“I love my junkie boyfriend.”
J. Masuda