Poetry

Poetry: The Hole by Mark Tulin

by Mark Tulin
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The naked man

Soaking wet

Follows the directions.

He stuffs a Speedo

Into the hole.

Closes the lid.

The machine screams,

Grinds and groans

For thirty seconds

As the naked woman

Next in line

Waits patiently

In a puddle.

©️MFT

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About Mark Tulin

I am an author, poet, humorist, and short story writer from Palm Springs, California. I write about various topics, from my early childhood in Philadelphia to my years as a family therapist and finally to my soul-searching in California. These are poetic narratives that may have humorous or serious content or both. Either way, I hope my poetry and stories resonate with you.

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