GILBERT SORRENTINO
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merrily, or so I made it seem, at the approaching mantle of dawn that
threw itself across the blushing sky. She must not ever know the secrets
of my heart! Yet I had known her, known her as man has known
woman till the end of time. They can't take
that
away from me, I
laughed and Daisy echoed my laughter, thinking it was because she
was tickling me in girlish frivolity through my hat.
In
a sudden door–
way we embraced more hotly and I took her again, passionately,
roughly, my teeth scarring the mailboxes behind her glossy head . My
dear, she crooned. Her loins surrendering. I ... I'm ... pregnant
... agam ...
How odd, I thought, as my manhood exploded deliriously for the
second and then the third time . My tears mixed with hers as she fell off
the milk box on which she had been standing. Did we know each
other's hearts? And did it matter? All I knew was that her life was
rougher than steel wool, darker than midnight, blacker than blue ...
