Poem.
we lie down only on the couch
by chinese take-out and the nightlight
only after rice wine, we kiss.
i am high for this.
i think about sex
more than i should.
i dream up phantom shags
and think, one day
he’ll want to.
But he prefers chicken wings.
we lie down only on the couch
by chinese take-out and the nightlight
only after rice wine, we kiss.
i am high for this.
i think about sex
more than i should.
i dream up phantom shags
and think, one day
he’ll want to.
But he prefers chicken wings.