I steal you from her;
push your buttons with my lips,
reprogram your heart.
life
Dark place.
I haven’t flossed in a while,
I tear the bills out of their envelopes
And leave them all over the apartment
Snarling at me in toothy stacks.
A piece of soggy dog food floats in the bowl,
I think
It’s time to get out of here.
Morning light.
I am the white curtain,
you are the light
that passes through me—
without stopping.
Attention from Strangers.
He said ‘I bet you get everything you want,’
Yeah,
I thought,
and everything I don’t.
Power play.
I don’t want to get to know you,
I just want to stroke your shadow;
let your darkness slip through my fingertips like black silk,
until I have you— wrapped around
my little finger.
I drink water
I drink water
because wine isn’t cheap.
I sleep with you
because neither is therapy.
Played.
I press hot fingernails into flesh,
my red venom contrails on your spine.
You strum my softness nimbly—
musically—
I guess that’s why they call it
fingering.
The Cost.
You offered me a ride home
so I didn’t have to take a cab.
I thought it was safe because
I knew you
and you dated
her.
You opened the car door like a gentleman—
(I thought)—
and slapped me firmly
on the ass.
I knew it wasn’t fair
but it was fare:
and that’s how I learned that nothing is free.
I counted
I counted your lashes
Like they were wishes
And blew them,
Dandelion seeds
Across our universe.
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