i write about sex a lot for a virgin
i’m busy with bruised legs covered… i’ve got my black boots kicked up… on a hot swing set in the backyard of a church that doesn’t want me. i’m saying fuck, getting familiar…
there is a body sprawled out on a… obscenely and nudely. with a blissed out face and beaded… smears of red on the face and stom… it lies there with a lighter in a…
i’ve got, “i miss you” carved over and over again on my sternum. skin raised and red, but it’ll dull down to a scar. just like the ones on your forearms that i saw when it was just you ...
you’re alive and you’re young, healthy and hygienic. you’re sick and you’re dead; my walking corpse bride. love, stop leaving me!
sit across from me, with no space in between. chest again chest, and our legs folded awkwardly. wrap your arms around my neck,
just puked up cookie batter; sending my love to illinois.
i am far more childish than i ever allowed myself to be
did you know if sharks stop swimmi… my mother found joy in domesticity… with three kids and a husband, bak… and good for her, good for fucking… my safe place is flats filled with…
there has got to be something fuck… that would ever make you look at m… “yeah, i want to love that.” and there has always been somethin… that keeps hoping someone will cho…
it’s ugly how time moves. how places that you used to fit in… the kitchen cabinets, the space between your closet shel… don’t fit you anymore.
nobody knows how to love me right, and no one fucks me quite like i d… i’m just sittin’ here like a ragin… and no one wants me but they’ll ta… i’m foaming at the mouth like i tr…
i loved you. i think it’s importan… i stored love for you in places i… i loved you in states of yours tha… i loved you. when you screamed so loud that the…
you smell like chlorine, she tells… you smell like sunscreen, i tell h… guess we both smell like chemicals… yeah, i say, hand darting out to l…
everything is muffled and clean wh… i have bathed in dust and soil, an… i lay on your cool kitchen tile an… a constant reminder that i’m here,… but now with me here there is mud…
i love saying no, and watching men who are not accustomed to hearing… grow mad and confused. betrayed by the idea of me ruining… and not the other way around.