4 poems
door in our place i never open out of fear and too much want touch the knob — i am shocked
sounds like a party in there but where is my invitation? missing out doesn’t scare me
sometimes, it’s open a crack scents from the kitchen waft my favorite dish on the menu
i give up. nothing better to do splayed on gray wool, rubbing nothing matches their rhythm
the guests tire, it swings open streamers and confetti spilling must be my job to clean ’em up
do i have to belt you? to overcome a bubbling or are my words enough to staunch the flowing from leaking fountains
pleasure is never free, even when it is a gift. beg me with honeysuckle pollination. allergies. only believe in denial.
muscle tension, hunger. dew’s wetter than rain. desperate questions tie barricade tape tighter. no. a complete sentence
the longer we wait here clock hands move slowly waiting, praying on the dripping limestone tile a sacrifice in purpose.
release is for the weak but you are strong, no? every drop metered out. are you grasping at it? there isn’t a shortage.
don’t ask me again, now you know my answer love age years in the bottle our flavor concentrates only believe in denial.
he’s wanted one, i think, a while still growing his, it takes its time i wonder: why not just use mine?
our parts are modular by design they’re aftermarket optimized hot-swappable and still divine
then i’m above and he’s below press into him, extend a loan tell him: touch, like it’s your own
he strokes it like a precious gift he must be worried, he’ll miss it the gratitude vibrates his wrist
he shakes as need remaps the mind and both our systems intertwine we once mistake his flesh for mine
i ask him softly if it was good he nods like i rewound the world we had made what no one could
gender abolition pronoun coronation human elocution border dissolution
frequent faggotry gorgeous gayety
sacred impiety campy pageantry
constant questioning mutual strengthening
boundary trespassing differents welcoming