i found my father's
playboy
magazines hidden
in the back
of a closet
next to his shoes,
i discovered
National Geographic
magazines
at the library
in high school.
next to a hippopotamus,
or a roaring
fire
there were
always
semi-clad tribal women
dancing
around in grass skirts
howling
at the moon.
playboy
was a step up, for sure.
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