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John Vick Superb Outside his taint I couldn't decide which I liked best. Personality of  a curious ferret, holding him still was like college wrestling, pins and holds I didn't have in me. The happy-trail is what got me; bottom three buttons of his blue work-shirt undone, one side haplessly tucked over to his waistband showing the wiry fuzz-line to glory. More of a swimmer/diver's chest, his pecs weren't as impressive as some I'd tongued, but his armpits were superb; light coating of dark threads and aromatic treat of soap and fresh b.o. His lips looked like a kewpie doll's, but he spread them wide for deep kisses and going down, where he was a hungry calf, hoping the heifer would never go dry. I knew his name once, but it isn't as important to my dark life or his physique. I'd recognize him, even if he's got a gut, grayed at the temples, but I'll bet he's still uncut and fun for play.   We'd start with sleazy dialogue over drinks in a dive bar, move to his car, speed down freeways of memories as though twenty again.

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John Vick has been published by The Hiss Quarterly, Poems Neiderngasse, Lily, and The 2006 Texas Poetry Calendar. Vick also placed third in the December 2005 Interboard Poetry Competition. Currently, he is co-administrator of Inside the Writer's Studio. He studies poetry at the University of Minnesota and with a writing mentor through the Split Rock Writing Program.  Of some of Vick's writing, poet Ravi Shankar has said, "[there is] a suppressed joy as well as a growing anxiety being released."  Vick lives in Minneapolis. email: John Vick