sunscreen , wet cement. i taste sweat at the collarbone crevice below yr neck. all of us hot spring eyes , pussing blisters bleeding down naked heels. it's ******* hot here in the shade of heaven. i want off the ride
popping pimples at the bathroom sink yellowing from the blood , from the dirt we pick up by touching each other
but i run the tongue , baby, the whole apartment smells like a bath bomb. i need to burst open beneath your mouth, slice the grape fruit in thin pieces. imagine the day when my hair grows back: then we'll know suffering has learned to love the space under the bed where our bodies used to be
so in this night terror i play the fishnet stockings of a long legged woman. struggling against them, you drown between my thighs like this. we squirm in the humidity of the night like this.
then in the next, i go missing at a family party and you look for me, i'm waiting to surprise you in a childhood closet, i'm in the kitchen washing dishes so you get to put yr hands around me. the world knows i'm in love with you so no one will complain. and every terror begins as gentle as this, when you round the corner to the bathroom and i'm in the tub. what are you doing i'm smiling what are you doing what does it look like i'm doing
that funny little animal , how badly you want it to be out loud. then we can't paint the goat blood on our door, we can't let god pass us over. yr knees are locked and my veins are loaded. here, you hold the gun. the lamb is ready for slaughter. a bunch of empty guts, some tylenol buried in clammy hands you come in an hour back to knock on the door: i told them you got sick thank you don't come home tonight thank you
i powder my nose and the holiday lights are strung before thanksgiving. you will keep climbing mountains with the blonde arm hairs of the glad hearts. you are too good to go looking in lower places; you are too good to **** a hound of hell.