I want you to put your face into my asshole and get it wet
I feel a twinkle there for you
it’s a black asterisk and only you can dot it white
with your stuck in me juice




I am lazy
You are red
We’re ready to date




But it takes forever to be loved




I want to fuck you so hard you’ll have yellow glitter coming out of your ears and I will think that’s so sexy that I’ll fuck you harder and then green and blue and purple glitter will come pouring out of your mouth and then that’ll get me going and I’ll fuck you so hard that when we both come we’ll shit gold lame stools so large we could dry them and sit on them out on the porch when we are married and old and cute and not fucking quite so much.




about my black rubber calyx.
I’ve been beating myself with it.
I got it at the porn store because I couldn’t find any at Michael’s.
I know it’s shaped like a dildo but that’s because they’re probably not allowed
to sell rubber flowers at the porn store.





Let me into your condo.
You call me crazy.
You get me some scratch-off lottery tickets because you love me
and want to fuck me
but are afraid.
Your cap and cape are hanging on the panels of my brain.
I want to bake you a closet full of scones,
I want to bake you dry things so that we can get out the lube,
we’ll have an excuse,
and fuck.



But would it scare you, the depth of hunger I wanted to show you. I am showing you how hungry I am for you.
You are a railroad. You keep me from you. You keep me at a parallel distance. I hate the distance. You are seven hours. You are seven hours away from me and I want to hold you every night and watch you fall asleep. I want to see you relax.
I don’t want to be kept from you. I will hurt the roadways. I will trust no one. I will trust only my heart. I can’t trust my hurt parts anymore. My heart wants to hurt yours, to heal you.
We are, indeed, a series. Nothing is here resolved.



Would you?
the wet burn of my thigh