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My Legs
by Dustin Kidd
(04/21/04)
Cannibals look lustfully at my legs,
Their minds filled with thoughts of
Wing sauce, celery, and bleu cheese.
"You cannot have my legs,"
I tell them.
"You may only have the memory
Of the sight of my legs."
(Which is as delicious to your mind
As meat between your teeth.)
©2004 by Dustin Kidd
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Dustin Kidd is a sociologist living in New York. He has published articles in AfterImage, The Hedgehog Review, Research in Political Sociology, and The Journal of Popular Culture. His poetry has appeared in The Black Buzzard Reveiw and Gardyloo. He was a featured poet at the Erotic Poetry Festival in Charlottesville, VA in 2002. Visit his Web site.
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