Sense Data


as i picked the cold
cum off my body,

hairs trapping mounds of
it, fingers trailing slimed

skin, the bright light buzzed
again in my brain: knowledge

of the horizon: small span of infinity.
the room sat so still so

my screen asked did
i want more, i said

no, screen, but my hands were
tied to their task. screen

did what it wanted to do.
i let the waves

wash over my body,
still here in this world.



Sweet Thing

this / lonely / attracts / men / to my ankles,


Peel

“I want you to come to me / and peel back my hair.”


Colored Spit

Keep me on your purple tongue. / I will not be swallowed like an afterthought snack.