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