from That Which Comes After

I am beautiful in my wreckage

Dirty purple bath mat in the rain

Impulse buy

Fuck me with your to-do list

Articulate fruit

In the mornings we screw til noon

Slice apples

What I’m asking is for

Too many stop signs

You glow my desperate clavicle 

Keep on keeping up

I want you to feel me

Capture my flag

Wander your arms

Into my forest like I’ve said

I am a girl can’t you 

Pick up the laundry at one

Part my folds

Live tweet your orgasm

Who rode you like a sunset

In the post brunch fog 

Give me your dimples

I am a hunger

I have a hunger

Feed me full with salt