Zodiac

This spear you’ve shot me with

Penetrates to the deepest parts of me

I don’t take that lightly

Disembowl me

Gut me

Leave me bleeding

Expose me here on this floor

For all the world to see

All this world is a stage

And we are merely playing

 

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What’s in a lie?

He says his girlfriend gets “too wet”

“That’s a lot” he says

“There’s just so much of it”

And honestly I am confused? Because…isn’t that the point? Like…for her to be…you know…there? I mean maybe it’s because I never really get all that wet, or maybe because sometimes when I’m in class, or riding the subway, or dozing off- I imagine there’s a woman.  And when I imagine she’s there I imagine she’s about to straddle my face. And I like that.  I mean I never really imagine she’s particularly wet, that is to say I never really imagine her wetness in particular.  So I like start to think about this imaginary woman, the one dropping down onto my face, like hovering over me, but getting closer …only now she’s dripping on me, and that’s cool.  I’m thinking about how wet she is, “wow this bitch is wet I think” but it’s not putting me off, it’s not necessarily putting me on, but it’s not putting me off.

Like maybe I’m proud, this bitch is like drooling just for me to taste her.  So she’s drooling and I’m drooling- we’re both drooling. But it’s different because I’m drooling from the mouth and she’s drooling from the pussy.  That’s all wetness is really, drooling from the pussy.

Anyway. So like we’re both drooling in anticipation and now I’m wondering how long it’s gonna take her to really sit on my face.  How long has she been hovering? What’s taking so long? How has she been lowering all this time? How strong are her thighs exactly? What’s her workout routine like? Where’s her gym? What is she gonna taste like? What’s my pussy doing right now?

But she’s still lowering.

Maybe she’ll never really get there, maybe this is like one of those hallway dream sequences where you run and run but never get any closer.  So maybe mystery woman will just squat over my face dripping into my eyes.  You think I’ll go blind? Should I ask Siri? Siri- Can vaginal wetness- Wait…am I supposed to stick my tongue out? Like when you catch snowflakes in a storm?

TKO

I get up off my knees and he asks me if I came

He pushes inside me and asks me if it hurts

Flat tongue poking too far from my clit – Does it feel good?

Staccato thrusts too deep and too stiff- Do you like that?

Yes! Baby!

Oh my god! You’re so big!

Mmmmm! Yes! Right there!

An exaggerated moan

A well timed shudder

An enthusiastic plea

I am so tired of men who cannot please me

Nearly as good as I can please myself

DC is a place of transience 

People bring their spirits

And those spirits bring their spirits 

Soon the room is crowded 

No not crowded, full 

The room is just too small 

We need to push back the walls 

Make room for all of our selves 

Let our souls breathe 

We can all dance

We can all sing

There is room for all of us here 

This table gets bigger 

I swear there is room

There is 

There is 

Ocean Liner

The lights twinkling in Camden’s distance 

On its horizon, on its shoreline

Bold lights some miles away 

shone and sparkled

against a foggy black backdrop 

“Tomorrow” they said 

“Tomorrow we will be gone 

But tomorrow we shall return” 

I told them “So shall I”

I told them so shall I