Brenda went into the field to survey
the Big Cypress. She lived in a single-wide
between Ochopee and Copeland. She had a room.
The principal investigator (PI) had a room. The crew
slept on the sofa or the floor in the living room. There was
one inside bathroom. There was a pile of men's magazines
in the bathroom from previous field seasons. Titty pictures.
Tongues stuck to paper. I prefer pulp novels, myself.
Swamp Hoyden. I always thought I'd write a book like
Swamp Hoyden and now I'm writing one. Her privates
throbbed achingly, in rising crescendo.

When I'd go to visit her on the weekend
the men would drive to Fort Myers, or Naples,
to see a movie, and give us some privacy, for
conjugal visiting. Wild, screaming sex in a
steamy house trailer.