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| ***BIO*** Stephen Gros: Being born in southeast Texas to a sixteen year old single mother did nothing to slow Stephen's momentum. If anything the transience of his early life fed his ambition to succeed. He began writing poetry at an early age, and has been hitting the open mics from the louisiana border to long beach california steady for the past 6 years. his first chapbook The Burning Boy acheived some small measure of notoriety. Stephen co-founded the non-profit company Panhandler Publishing, and is very active in the petry community in and around Houston, Texas. He lives in houston with his turantula Attila and an odious atmosphere of unsettled discomfort. |
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| Sunday Morning |
| by Stephen Gros |
| her iris snaps shut
the way her legs never did as the morning cuts her face i'm waiting for the halves to slide waiting for her to tell me to get ready waiting for something better to come along. hoping it never does. fingering my belly button, she calls me a slob and i slap her ass so, we're at it again .........and again. our friends are up the road, already they've been drinking since 10. we've been fucking since 8. we're stuck to eachother with sweat, cum, and co-dependence. my hard on is stuck on high, she's bouncing it around absently. the morning cuts her around the waist i'm waiting for her guts to show waiting for her to tell me to get ready waiting for something better to come along. hoping it never does. |
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| Aug. 2006 |
| 66 |