Deep in 4’33”

couch conversation finger silky folds to establish cravings cream fill confection give instructions check availability of edible fixings time to turn on sense vibration wait as evening juices squeeze as sound exits device predict to take pics what angles bring the most mouth- wet pleasure Now, turn off hand mixer

feathers

my grunts burst into feathers white candy-striped midnight gutted throat’s snot pockets down on Franklin Ave’s stalltry three to four more pounds of pearls collide with the face lockjaw leopard swelling liquid mirror glances to see rim cock penny drop of course not bills druggy desserts backed pain fingerprint goodness …

Inflight

The thing about flying across the country is that the time change never helps you. You’re either tripping backward or forward in hours, exhausted or confused. It was New Year’s Day and I was hungover on a packed airplane going from New York City to Los Angeles to retrieve one …

ceremonial of spouse & sex: guilty & fucking poem

ceremonial of spouse late-night breakfasts waited upbetween time to traded chairsmoth-bitten kisses broken cupto share hard-pressed counter sweatsand ∞ wishes barreled stareteething packs silver cigarettesto share with living destroyed luck barepassed long-lasting rib to share sex: guilty living cockroachestransform metropolitanprized virginity fucking poem down sweating passion raise catholicism up to …