i am working at an earth farm
a strip mall is embedded in the soul - it is functional
there is a car wash in the strip mall
the owner orders us to walk through the car wash
andrea is a co-worker
people are disrobing as the pass the first water jets
by the time I reach the center a black woman
is soaping andrea's breasts from behind
andrea then rubs her breasts against my torso
i realize that we have been ordered to have sex
i lay her down on the thick turf
it seems to be like a shag rug or higher
i enter her and she is very wet
she is having her period and the blood
is mingling with the mud
the turf begins to fold away beneath us
a hole 3 or 4 feet deep opens up
and we slowly roll down into it
the dirt is very thick and sensuous
a siren sounds
i realize we've been ordered by an underling
and the real owner has been andrea's lover
he is hysterically crying out on the street
i try to comfort him
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
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