Mouth Full of White Flags,
I ask permission to spit:
a barn owl
a boy who bums a smoke
they look away //at me// I hate this, I hate men yelling and not//
not knowing their danger
People talk about a proper time and place, but sometimes you end
up talking about death at a Chili’s over a plate of chicken tenders
//and that’s just how shit goes
Most people think bodies are mannequins
when they see them where they don’t expect to
like when you see dried-up petals
and think someone must’ve spilled a bag of chips//
Can we just order a pizza
It’s always better cold and in the morning like
light pillows sex coffee what
When I blow a man, I like to be over him
while he’s flat on his back
like I’m looking cautiously into a well
and when I’m about to gag, I think of England
and gag anyway, because that’s what you like —
because in a lot of ways, you’d like to watch
my head explode like a slow-motion watermelon
dropped from someplace very high//
But you’d also like for me to swallow the thing
like the moth larva from the bottom
of a bottle of Mezcal never give it back
Wake up. There’s a rapist on the loose.
Pushed a woman into her apartment as she unlocked it.
at home. I walk around past
midnight w/ Ken doll lump,
mons-pubis-only, and go
grocery shopping, blind drunk
w/ power and fluorescence.
I tie a plastic bag around my head.
I’m your Scary now. I’m your clown
standing in the dark.
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