From Sublevel Adolescence
v. other boy on the balcony
heeltouch under lights
Dark-ringed eye, low throat dress
no pause in the beat
hips don't slow their rotation
to drink under drips
from Foucault’s sweating sky
she comes for me
dips between my knees
but won’t look up at him
won't check he’s watching
this vodka kiss sweetness
of chemicals and salt
x. unshattered
why are you trying to impregnate me
she says. Do you find mummies sexy?
Her arms around my neck in the dark
it’s not about that I revolt. She is slippery
I think about her I want her coaxing wet warm
her almost-forbidden I don’t know then yes
willingness poured out, unfulfilled
knees scalded from carpet stinging still
into double geography to misunderstand
plate techtonics and what she meant by yes.
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