gnawing
at my lapel, you beg for me to stay
you push me further onto the pavement on Lexington
and your hot breath
glistens on my neck.
“you’ve changed,” I say,
as your eyes lose colour and hair sprouts behind your eyes
I used to sit on your chest and
paint your body with my favourite
colour
and you would carry me on your back
so my feet wouldn’t be wet when it rained
but since the full moon
you hover above me while I sleep
and your hairy
hands feel foreign on my body
and here, on Lexington, my new silk dress is ruined
no more thrashing
no more howling
no more public indecency on 29th and 9th
“you’ve changed,” I say,
as I heave you off me
and grab my bag off the floor
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 9:46 PM UTC
gnawing
at my lapel, you beg for me to stay
you push me further onto the pavement on Lexington
and your hot breath
glistens on my neck.
“you’ve changed,” I say,
as your eyes lose colour and hair sprouts behind your eyes
I used to sit on your chest and
paint your body with my favourite
colour
and you would carry me on your back
so my feet wouldn’t be wet when it rained
but since the full moon
you hover above me while I sleep
and your hairy
hands feel foreign on my body
and here, on Lexington, my new silk dress is ruined
no more thrashing
no more howling
no more public indecency on 29th and 9th
“you’ve changed,” I say,
as I heave you off me
and grab my bag off the floor
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