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Hansette Regimond In Response to Rachelle Escamilla

the waitress, in the drawing room with a candlestick

FOR SURE, [M]E TOO

One time, after taking drugs, I had sex with a stranger, too.
Another time, the weird skin of a shark formed into a fox.


One time, a red loaf of bread was wedged in my torso between a yellow spleen and a blue frog.
Another time, I had sex with a New Historicist.


One time, after taking drugs, the Silver Oval of the Tomb moved with the spirits.
Another time, I fucked a gargoyle.


One time, after taking drugs, I walked a glowing hall in bright pink pumps.
Another time, I did it with Fredric.


One time, after taking drugs, I shaved every quivering hair off a sleeping man on the third floor.
Another time, I watched Grey's Anatomy with some guy on the second.


One time, architecture became disengaging, so I took some drugs.
Another time, I had sex with Dead Gary.


One time, after taking drugs, I was sitting in a boring room with some boring people I didn't know.
Another time, I was too bored to have sex.


One time, I grew a horse's head right out of my nose and it filled the room.
Another time, I had sex with my roommate for three months.


One time, I could hear all of your thoughts for several years.
Another time, intelligent birds showed me outer-space.


One time, after taking drugs, I was just sleeping.
Another time, I kept trying to wake up.


One time, no one was home and I couldn't find the front door.
Another time, I had sex through a plate glass window and ended up on a hill.


One time, after taking drugs, aloe turned my thoughts into a holy slush.
Another time, I had sex with a waitress on the tundra.




Hansette Regimond is poet from Ohio where she tends sheep and uses their fur to make fake alpaca figurines. 

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