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| ***BIO*** Anthony Liccione: I have been writing poetry for 13 years and recently started writing magazine articles. My poems recently appeared in My Favorite Bullet, Nuvein, The Flow Magazine, ESC! Magazine and Underground Voices. This year I have been nominated for a Pushcart and released my first chapbook Heaven's Shadow with Foothills Publishing. |
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| Miss May Who Vanished From the Eleven |
| by Anthony Liccione |
| When I first met Miss May
it was sticky night and I was in shorts and a muscle shirt trying to bear with the heat- my father had taken a plane to Two Hills on a business trip. I was left with the humid house, alone going over finals and soon found myself in my father's office feasting on his brisk air conditioner- when she appeared from behind the lazyboy chair after my hand landed on the tip of her glossy hair, as I was searching for my runaway eraser. Peering at me from the rim of her cowboy hat, her strawberry lips clenching a piece of straw. Cleaveage and breast, busting out of her checkered shirt half-tied in a knot. A farm girl, with full-riped cowbells from Arizona made centerfold of the month. And as learning of her turn-ons and turn-offs, her favorite movie, the more I leafed through her pictures of her pages the more of her clothing came off- and she was laying back on a soft rock, where a thick green algee had grown and serviced as a bedding. By this time I was rock hard needing her touch, her hair messed up, on top of me rowing her hips as a boat. Then she offered me her hand and a jar of Vaseline and stroked the swollen head ache gently, feeding me her breast to my mouth- I washed her nipples clean with my tongue. Freeing a feeling I've never experieced- I was soon caught up with fireworks in nirvana and a release in my loins. Before I folded her insides and the sticky conscious that my father would find her pictures messed in goo- I saw her as a goddess than a farm girl, and she gave me back a smile, a look of content that she had fullfilled her satisfying duty. I thanked her for my self-discovery and tossed her in the garbage. |
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| July 2005 |