You Make Me Love Every Part Of Myself (Even The Gross Stuff)
And so with you, this is all new,
all trust, no glamour.
An Oral Response To Receiving Oral: A Lingua Lesson
I am terrified of my ugly.
I am a hand puppet, with strings at my lips,
and I am never silent in my contortions.
A Cure For Female Hysteria: An Ode To My Vibrator
I as woman am used to inconveniencing men with my hysterics,
or inconceivable, unattainable,
too much work
Not Everyone Can Be A Grumpy Cat (But We Can All Die Trying)
I fall asleep with the candle burning, because
I vaguely want it all to burn down at hour 13,
but I wake up.
Never Thought I Would Experience My Sexual Liberation At A Strip Club
that coy sweet vanilla body spray
mixed with expectation
and I could taste skin
before I could even see it.