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