Do you think this will get infected?

You were in up to your forearm, when we
Realized you hadn’t removed your watch, and
With the shock of this awareness, I pulled
Forward, you pulled back, and with an audible
Pop! (like a champagne cork, or Jerry mouse
Escaping from Tom cat, or your arm being
Jerked out of my asshole), I was vacant, vacated,
Empty, except for that watch of yours,
Which we’re probably going to have to
Get out of me, one of these days.

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