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Ancient Egyptians by Joe Love

Ancient Egyptians are screwing
in my living room
uninvited but not unwelcome
their skin like cornhusks
at dusk shucked raw

They know I’m here but leave me be
like a servant in the doorway of a
guest house with fruit from the market
in his hands caught for a moment
on his way home

And then her voice from the back room
Cleopatra calls my name
and I pass out fruit until it is gone
and make my way like a Roman god
home from mapping the world