Nobody

Craves a
fucking salad.

chop me up
and throw
me into
your mouth,

crunch down
on me
and swallow

eating me
will not
nourish you
[but that
isn’t what
you’re
going for]

sweetheart,

i will not
make you
beautiful

but you
will love
me for it.

Crisp

Blaine

i don’t
remember you
most of the time.

It was
2005, or 6

& you worked
at Starbucks.

I didn’t
remember
your name,
but you
knew mine.

you messaged me
on AIM, like
we did back then.

I was
inexperienced,
and you knew
just
what to say.

i didn’t
especially
like you,

but you had
a strong jaw
and my
expectations
were low

-if not,
nonexistent.

you invited
me over
to go in
your hot tub
late at night.

i arrived,
and you said
your father
was away
on business

but your
grandmother
was asleep,

so we’d,

“have to
be quiet.”

i didn’t know
what I wanted,

I was
only 15.

between
pleasureless
probing,

gasps
for air,

and tears

i thought,

“is this what
boys want?”

i learned how
to leave myself
that night;

revert my
consciousness
back into
safe headspace,

“this is what
boys want.”

Sexual Autonomy: Capitalistic “Free Market” Style

the subject
jailed in
her own
brain cell

is released
after a
near decade
Of rehabilitated
self-confinement.

“To any boy
who has never
been used
as pole, alone,

I welcome you.”

After a
lifetime of
prolonged
dis-value of
her pleasure,

and relentless
stealing of
her sex,

she locked
herself
in her
own head;

As inmate
and warden.

“Now that
I’m free,

Allow me
to
show you
around
these parts,”

she tempted.

“you know..
it just
doesn’t fit
quite
right..”

:yawning:

“..it does
nothing
for me.”

you can not
sway this
transaction

with tailored
grazes
and prods.

no sales
will make me
want
this item,
boss man.

i am sorry
consent
was not
factored
into your
profit margin.

sit in this
moment,

adjust now
from proof
of error’d
business plan.

“did you burn
Before reading
your own
return policy?”

here i am,

a customer,

returning
your offer
after
trying it on
A little.

“consider
this escort
off my
property
formal reminder:

rental
spaces

you try
setting up
shop inside;

feeling
confident
They will 

enrich your
bottom line

can end
contract
at any time.”


Farce

PACKAGED PLAINLY in which sexuality is a production

since
call out

i have been
rehearsing
for this
role.

show, me.

remind me
we are
built
of friction;

rubbed
and grinded
alive.

perform your
frustrations
on me
center stage.

what tale
do our bodies
have
to show
us
of
trapped want?

characterize
me

[censorship
obsolesced]

i want
to hear
myself
express
freely.

why do we
name
release
“selfish”?

are we
not
human
worthy
of contact?

do we not
deserve
to hear
and be
heard?

if we are
meant
to be
disgusting,
fulfilling-ly;

color me
flush’d
volunteer.

fit parts
others
do not want
inside me,

play them
through me.

Avid

straight man uncomfortable with my bisexuality being mine.

Male friend
cracks
a joke
about

“[that thing]…
being
the tits”

I agree

“Yes,

the scenery
of
this game
IS
beautiful,
like
some tits.”

He
uncomfortably
chuckles,

Like,
It wasn’t
for him?

Like,
he didn’t know?
My sexuality

isn’t
just

for him?

Like?

All
women’s
sexuality
isn’t for men?

Like –

Like-ing women
isn’t

just

for men?

AND LIKE –
Mainstream
lesbian porn

is just
bored
friction

for a
male gaze,

SO LIKE –

how
could
he know??

And,

how

could I?

be
mad
at
him
for that?

#discoverWP