was in my classmate’s
mouth. Lying on
the floor of her baby blue
bedroom she asked,
Do you think
you’re a boy or a girl?
& everything inside
me came bruising
to the surface.
Neither, I said
& it was understood.
In that charged silence,
she rolled over, draped
her wronged body
over mine, as if to anchor
the damaged bastard
with no desire to stay.
She listened to the awakened
heat of me, its bright
song infecting my blood.
Our feral bodies, driven
by un-mothered chaos
returned each other to
the living. All hail
the power of a proper
finger fuck & the wet
demolition of shame.
What I had once
mistaken for death
was, instead, a door.
mouth. Lying on
the floor of her baby blue
bedroom she asked,
Do you think
you’re a boy or a girl?
& everything inside
me came bruising
to the surface.
Neither, I said
& it was understood.
In that charged silence,
she rolled over, draped
her wronged body
over mine, as if to anchor
the damaged bastard
with no desire to stay.
She listened to the awakened
heat of me, its bright
song infecting my blood.
Our feral bodies, driven
by un-mothered chaos
returned each other to
the living. All hail
the power of a proper
finger fuck & the wet
demolition of shame.
What I had once
mistaken for death
was, instead, a door.
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