the one place in the world where someone will love me tiny handwriting scrunched together on the page a pina colada slushy everyone you knew here was not the people they were pretending to be, but something better guitars thrasing in the garage with a soft light on my face, touch the razer’s edge knowing me perhaps you only saw me, okay so touch me, knowing me I was startled, red maca horny red turtleneck double-breasted boobily busted tatted and shy reminiscent and glowing I knew you when you were yet to become the thing you are currently trying to be, all the physics necessary to make running away possible, so where you’ll go? Dangling my keys by the car door, ten books on me, a little ass quaking when I move, so what — Flirty, roasted marshmallow, you took that picture of me, on film and I gasped, now take all this clothing off of me, extant realities extra fiber boost from the clementine exponential fiber boost from the tangelo knowing you clothed pause knowing you naked the little gasp I took every time you put it in pause the way our eyes would connect pause the time I said I don’t know if you really love me and you said How can you say that and I did the distant thing with my eyes where I act like I don’t care and you were crying saying How could you say that and I was so turned on like I was ovulating but I was on my period and we did it standing up in the bathroom with my blood running on the floor? Bathroom so white, you said, Is this a joke? Dying laughing, like saying a little mess in that tiny voice, it looks like you killed me, telling me to hold my ankles, you know when you’re screwing good and you lose the position hahahaha, like what’s even going on here — There’s a football player for the Chicago Bears that looks like the man I knew, it’s “used to know”, or whatever, pause just for my breath, again, chocolate-covered gummy bears and their candied shells clicks off in your mouth If you’ve … never put any of your fingers inside a girl, touch the pink inside of your mouth clutching the thing hurtling me toward my death fleecing me in the most shell-shocked moments veganza gravy made thick with starch — I licked the arrowroot off the spoon, laying in your lap hoping other men notice, You’re not that innocent, yes, but I am a good girl, and I take it! You would laugh like I wouldn’t, like it wasn’t easy, like the load doesn’t get heavier, like I hadn’t had to back you against a door, like I won’t run myself over, like I’m not scared of myself, like I’m not like a bullet, like my feminine doesn’t get sour and wasted like the lights don’t get brighter, like I’m not on the edge and the outside, tasting you, tasting me.