The next one is risky poem to read but it's kind of funny.
It's got-- this doesn't have a stop on it.
It's got some quotes in it.
And so I'll go like this, an indication of a quote.
There's two people sitting on a--
in bed, lying in bed and telling stories to each other.
It's called "A Night of Many Orgasms."
"They have finished making love and she was telling stories.
We were four women on a porch, talking about sex.
One said, I have to finish off with digital manipulation.
And the second, I can only be orgasmic when I'm alone.
And the third, I only come when I'm on top."
[AUDIENCE LAUGHING]
"They were quiet for a while, snuggling, thinking it over.
Those shy shadows which were the secret spilling out.
And I was the one who tipped the whole boat, she said.
And he said, can you come by humping my legs?
And she said, try me.
And she came again.
And as they lay in each other's arms,
she told him about the night of many orgasms.
Her head snapping back against the headboard, the broken neck,
the emergency room."
[AUDIENCE LAUGHING]
"The interns laughing openly.
The brace she wore for weeks."
[AUDIENCE LAUGHING]
"Her new husband parading her around in public like a doe
he'd shot, but only wounded.
But kept as a pet to show what a great but compassionate
hunter he was."
[AUDIENCE LAUGHING]
That actually, parts of that came
from a conversation with several women
on a porch at a writer's conference.
And one asked them some kind of question about sex
and some of this all came out.
You never know how the other gender's preferences,
how they--
you know, what do they do?
How is their sex lives are different from mine?
Is it better, more interesting, more slick?
What?
I'm talking too much here.
[AUDIENCE LAUGHING]