Demand Exceeds Supply

Ejaculate injection
infected function,
cross my eyes
dot my...unmentionables.
you do everything
multi-(ab)use
ideal contraption
contracepted bliss
slide me down your skin

Let me desire sans denial.
I want to eat you,
mouth down.
settle for sex,
when impossible distance is done.

This inadequacy is impermanent,
we do not match our settings,
only chosen surroundings.
Inexact magic, our science
in the land of coffee and saccharine
where principle stands.
Without you, I abandon
my preferred side of the bed.
Your scent on the sheets plays dreamcatcher
till sunset sees us city swarming
separate schedules.

Come back to me.
I want to teach you
to be naked.
While you teach me
to be.

Securely Pinned Tiara

I'll take my way
send heartaches back where they came from,
where I never go.
Wouldn't you?
Masoch might not
but we're unrelated.

I told you what she did to me.
Are you deaf
or just selfish?
Your timing is terrible,
pushy.
What am I going to DO with you?
What AM I going to do with you?
You, entirely unlike everyone else.
Life is unfair,
why should you exceed reality?
You need a dead girl,
I need you kinder.

She is her whole name to my skull,
misbehaved Southern child.
Oh, baby.
You weren't a bad girl,
just oil in my ocean,
fish killer.
I needed you kinder,
needed you at all,
but abandoning seafood doesn't mean I'm hungry.

Modern selfishness consumed.
Royal ice sculpture staring down and down
electronic shadows
of the hearts
I used to heat.
Global warming is a lie
between our shifted seasons
While snow suffocates small things,
spring slaps my concrete jungle,
unsettling monsters.

Predictable Exasperation

I live in a city of car sleepers
peace costs extra.
I am overtired.
Gray Greek guardian in a yellow cab,
save me.
After five years of braces
I must unlearn my smile
Till the city learns
It's okay to laugh
during orgasm.

While Humming Lullabies

My favorite key is useless
because the lock never is.

I spy on beautiful people
falling in lust
love, combinations thereof
Bearing black oil, I defer dreams
slightly schedule sleep,
my beautiful person and I
early rises for long days
productivity
I could be a grown up
if I had a real job.

Goodnight

I had something to say
when my teeth started to part
But decided against it.

Chicago

Strung between Astoria and another hotel
plane full of pretty girls
tousled heads on lover’s shoulders,
wish I were one
but my shoulder is sleeping
in the bed I left unmade.
I was so good at leaving,
before I met you.
Before I met you,
I left everyone I ever loved.

Shove worry behind skull skeletons,
slam the door before this speed can slip
through bony fingers, slide into my eyes.
Go back to sucking your dick in a dirty public bathroom,
we’re better at sex than fear.
You first said you loved me
while the guy who loved kissing you
was fucking me
straddling you.
The light on this flight is warmer than early winter
on your face two hours later
over decaf coffee and religion,
another 8am diner dinner.
Perfect.

We build tomorrow every day of our lives.
Funny how you can be aware of something for years
without giving much of a damn,
then wake up one day
and find the most exciting thing your world’s ever known.
Tomorrow we can be anything we want.
Is the ennui I suffered from
Common to our cohort?
Modern life prescribed
School 5 to 25
Work till death
The chronicled coma epidemic.

Familiar as frightening,
so similar as to seem a known commodity.
Safe, whether or not it’s true
bound
to happen
Let’s make it so,
quicksilver dawn
after today’s heavy thunderstorms.
leave milk out,
I’ll come round more often.
Death's too common to leave emotion unexplored
looking at you, I feel.

All Tomorrow's Parties

Forever means as long as you can, none of us is.
Swallow pharmaceutical alphabet
Australian tongue,
news hits New York before Toronto.
Reputation flies faster than I do,
and I get around.
Trade LA for NY
Berlin for Oz.

Today envelope lips deliver a kiss
to the beautiful boy
who knows my mouth isn’t all his.
Nets working,
youth labors for us-
Gorgeous infants,
so motivated
it’s killing our parents,
we’re those beautiful babies
screen screaming in light streams,
left our native South for the frozen North.
Crazy lady.
Extra bags to get through customs,
I’m coming home without an address.

He met me homeless,
he met me alone.
On a Sunday in Ramadan we pulled Persian smoke through American lungs,
pineapple cancer and cinnamon dreams gleaming in silicone blue.
I’ve reached out,
I’m finger fucking faith in the back of a Manhattan taxi.
Speechlessly thankful for the spectacle we create,
strange lovely domestication.
Mop on a leash,
thin black shadows stiletto stalk golden afternoons.

Love that lifts limits,
Behind stage makeup,
we’re young angels laughing in a concrete jungle,
bloodstained palms etched in psalms,
holding hands,
hearts,
heads.
Swapping confidence in our spit,
everyone’s nice when you’re beautiful and naked
so set the outfits shrinking.
Giggles ricochet off the sidewalk
like padded bullets.
I’m selectively deaf
Till my iPod melts
We’ll build tomorrow
today.

Easy Girls

A girl I'd never fuck
asked me if I ate pussy
I thought of your sea foam eyes and crocodile tears
And I laughed at her.

When you said you'd always love me
and never anyone else
I hope you were lying
for your sake.

Statute Of Limitations

It's feel, not felt,
that's relevant.

She wrote her diary on my tongue
cut my lips to scab seal secrets
but I'm healing.

She was everything
except tomorrow.

I'm stray cat nervous
he's a room of rocking chairs
but I eat too much pussy to be one
Don glitter spit coat,
we'll strip further
it'll be gorgeous
just like the over edited images
Baby's drug haze dreams.

Blue Chalk on Gritty Fists

Fly out of New York at sunset,
new year’s dawn at backbrain forefront.
2010 hope higher than this plane.
I see stability on the horizon.
Predictability, permanent mailing address.
Minor miracles,
little things mean everything,
call at takeoff to make sure I’ll call when I land.
Miss me, kiss me,
make me eat
sleep
hope
dream,
you make me human,
I’ll make us gods, angel.
Cherries coming,
addictive reverb swings low.
I repeat myself to reassure myself,
because the fact is that I am very young and terribly afraid.
Fear is an expensive luxury I can’t afford.
Brittle confidence is better than nothing,
And I’ve been running since March
so I’ll face this head on
even if I chip in the wind.
Flying fragments spill down,
I am volcanic ash smeared across her Catholic forehead,
nourishing his garden.
Fill my hair with roses
Don’t throw the bouquet.

His and Hers Hairspray

I'm a creeper.
I watch people sleep.
Wake up, recoil
Neon blue X rating your dreams

He wakes up to this
succubus in a t shirt
and clings like a child
to the moldy life line thrown out
during summer camp swim lessons

"Turn over"
I wait for the
don't look at me
he gives me an
"I want to hold you."

The Aquanet's gone to my brain
I can't sleep
But I've fallen and I won't get up.

Block Me

Last I ever saw you,
sleeping peacefully in our bed,
I cried
(I’m crying now
dopamine deficient
10,000 feet over Montreal.)
Kissed your real hair for 15 minutes,
stepped over your extensions,
went to work.
You were so strong then.

Now you shower me with introductory goodbyes.
So flattering, you're giving me what I always asked for.
but Baby, believe me.
I don’t want to see you.
Just go.
I’ll be strong for both of us,
forget your venom,
your flying mirrors.

I’ve lost your voice,
I’ll never see your new scars.
Go to your LA lover,
while I buy 98 lbs of shoes
and marry New York.

I love you too much to see you again,
ruin the light on your golden cheekbone
under laced lashes’ curves.
MDMA glues my throat shut,
while you eat crumbs with your silver spoon.
we're children in an infant millennium
we learn the arithmetic of carefully constructed chemical separation
in the blackest and bluest of schools.

I was waiting for you,
but you came for someone else.
Fill my chest with steampunk steel,
I could see you.
Calm,
pleasant,
feeling full as any junkyard queen,
I could let you ruin yourself for me.
Closure’s the last thing I want, Loved.
I’ll take no scars from you,
leave these arms bleeding.
I want to go on missing you when I fuck blondes,
long after I forget what you taste like.

Babbling Brook

Hating the writing
of the poet who loves you:
Does it inspire self hatred?

Her pedestal is a tombstone
My words serve
To decorate disgrace
(This grave)
I don't scribe a living lover
But I live
And I love
Still
She is what she was in my pen.

Nutritionally Void

I am delicious, and so damn empty. So here is a happy smiling pink glitter dipped image that everyone who really knows me understands is quite possibly the most sarcastic, bitchy image I've made in my entire career. Cheers!

Dieting

let's fuck outdoors in thunderstorms
sun sexing stars
two knuckles deep in your muscle
if we stay up till dawn
will we gain anything by early afternoon?

spine recline
pussy index
belgian amalgam
I brought you to my lover
kitten's dead rat
feeding people means you love them
but she's not hungry.

To The Beautiful Boy Passed Out In My Bed

The girl I wish you were is doing that thing
where she doesn't reply to my messages
cause she knows I won't like
the answers
to the questions
I'm asking.
Modern moonlight,
The most disappointing thing in my life
Is this telecommunication device.
Blast Bowie
bony hand dangling death
into this lovely summer day.
Mama tells me she's a mistake
but I still think we can make it okay
She turns me on
but we're only dancing.

I Want You Needier

Catch me, explode moments.
Continual rise:
glittering ashes
to higher heights
with you.

Fevered

There's a ball of naked need
model mask and stilettos
waiting for you in Philadelphia.
Come home,
I have a voice
to whisper to you on early mornings.
Open mouth, make you stickier than summer
I've grown new skin
to press to yours late at night.
I want to slice my wrists on your cheekbones
bleed laughter on your new scars
I have house keys to share with you
And I will pierce your navel
with my tongue.

Tragic Youth

Overcome to mere existence
so moved by the motion
steel in your chest
the 13th girl aimed for 12 lines
thin as cocaine
you walked away
But I have your voice
drawn into dramatic growl
pain and alcohol,
waiting for me
You are black satin sheets
coiled and recoiled
in a dark, humid summer bedroom.

Anticipation

Mindfucking you
with writing utensils,
phonics facial.

Neverending charm,
bridge this distance
every way I can,
any way you'll take.

Scarred paragraphs bleeding letters,
I'm your rag tag gutter glamour, darling.
Slow suicide forever.
Quote bands you don't listen to
till the unfamiliar is colored with weird romance.

Fill slow motion time with nonsense,
we're all mad here-
endless empty vistas till your arrival
mindfuck me.

You're the last thing my eyes cling to
slap the alarm
(overly aggressive drunk)
these orbs burn all day.
Battle for the sun.

I'm marking time
between now
and us.

Ma Belle

I'm going to burn down the Midwest
and in the light of it's death throes,
I'll French kiss your heart
make it all better.
everything.
forever.
This ain't how I planned to paint this city red.
Bring your disease to this frozen waste,
let me send those fingers screaming
for gravestones.
Yeah,
I can be the subtle smile between your thighs,
yeah,
I can make you happy every single goddamn day of your life.
Hair shiver on your trigger, fingering that figure
Cold comfort under steely sky, ironed earth rusting (sadness bleeds).

Deliberately goth,
insecurity drives me to familiar.
Chain smoke cloves in the rain,
Time laughs at me,
got nothing to spare-
nothing glamourous
as ideas.
Too much eyeliner isn't quite enough.
Light a cigarette and man up,
woman.

naked under oversized hypodermic,
crying about that Kansas girl.
Don't trust
where she's at
that is
all she knows.
She's more educated than I.
Constant repetition,
distance makes a fool of me.
Eternal countdowns.
Killer.
How many times can I say
I love her,
I miss her,
I wish
she were here,
before something changes?
I can't cover how I feel about her
all at once.
I am reduced
to smashing it into pieces
covering each fragment individually.
Suck it into my mouth,
let the edges cut my tongue.
I spit roses on the sidewalk,
classy as any homeless bum,
and the veins and arteries outlined on the concrete
seem to scream everything
I feel.
Too bad
I'm not a photographer.

Slip into the...headlight

I hate calling you
my ex.

Dream you're not.
Wake angry
ashamed.

Spine Worm

It’s 8 am.
I’m on a bus to New York.
One hug away from breaking down in public.
don’t touch ANYONE.
Avoid eye contact.
Don’t Panic
My plastic smile is fabulous
whether I am
or not.
I’ve desperately needed an ending for months
but I knew months ago
this is never ending.

Time’s shrinking, you’re the last gasp
before plastic’s pulled
over my face,
slick fill mouth and nostrils,
wrinkling against open eyes.
Thin death tugs my eyelashes
but you’re in my lungs,
mingling with recently illegal blue cinnamon
saving my life.
Without you I’m slug bait.
Can’t wait.
My father calls to tell me when and how I’ll die
sounds so poetic
but it isn’t when you live it.
Preoccupation with mortality is an occupational hazard for ministers.
Mama never left the stage,
she just acts out different dramas.
When antique ashtrays flew through the kitchen like zeppelins,
the blonde schoolgirl I used to be hoped for a new Daddy
but we never had room for a pony.
I’ve always been a preacher’s daughter,
and now I’m an artist’s lover.
I scratch at the back door
let me come in
curl up in your lap.
sleep on your pillow
touch your hair.

You're the sunshine I need.
Pour over my fragile skin and
burn it off.
I will rise from my ashes,
looking for you in the sky.
If I can't find you,
my remains will sketch a picture of you
on every reachable flat surface.
maybe someone will direct you to me
if my smoke signal is black enough.
The seat next to me is always open,
if you’re you.
Thank God you are.

Copper Flavour

Yeah, Phil and I are a thing.
So goddamn modern,
ditching getting hitched for shacking up.
Noncommital fidelity.

I like his tattoos, the Pixies poster in his ammonia scented bathroom.
Phil convinces almost everyone to dye their hair black,
like the cigarettes I smoke on the back porch
sitting up too late
waiting for Dawn to come
baby pink eyeshadow says the world is ending.
I ignore her,
Don’t Panic
Whisper half forgotten poems across the pillow
at that sweaty, sleeping city.

Phil would make an honest woman of me
if I weren’t such a liar.
I keep leaving him
on these blue black stiletto capped sticks
and coming back.
Let’s say I walk into doors,
crooked smile and bleeding gums
She’s so clumsy
Hospitals are for those with insurance
Not me
My parents worry
but they never liked any of my lovers.
And Phil loves me, really really loves me
When he’s not eating me alive.

Stick A Patterned Pink Band Aid In My Chest

Tell me Santa’s coming
I can have a pony
And you will love me forever.

I’ll believe you.

You Are The Woman Stuck In My Throat

Those smiles don't move me.
The attention I want
is yours.

I want to be your
beautiful dream.

And please don't
wake up-
I'm so tired
of your going away.

Silence

Sun blind stumble round Filthadelphia,
skinned knees
(how old am I, again?)
leave red roses on wet pavement.
Light another black cigarette with the end of some stranger's kindness.

Acid rain turned tsunami,
drowning is perfect and so were we,
once upon the small hours of a dead time

The heart is just a muscle.
The heart is just a muscle.
The heart is just a muscle.
But hers is torn and it's breaking mine.

stressed, scared, running
rare sightings create broken communication
I want to say anything
Just to say
Thinking of you
But I talk too much.

Perpetual Motion and Static Cling

We’re so grown, we don’t break.
Maintain gorgeous not exactly lies, I’ve got
new men in my thighs, you’ve got
new work in your life.
Not exactly unhappy,
there’s so much good in life,
but cigarette pause and
I miss you, miss you.
I miss you often, not always.
Do you notice
when I don’t speak
to you?
I didn’t think so, but I often think wrong.

Sibilant city skies scream suicide
and I’m laughing,
romantic atrocities spill from her pretty mouth
I want to kiss her till we’ve both died.
Crashing burnt babies,
spray love, lust and perfect cheekbones
all over the damn highway.
I love her,
I love her,
I love her,
I am utterly abandoned, completely unreliable
to anyone else.
Following her to the ends of the earth,
I forget myself,
I am my Self.

If you came back, what would I do
with you, with your sad sense of replacement?
There is more to
even my
life than sex, mister.
If you knew me enough to know that,
would you have known that love trumps typecasting?
Seen differently?

Dancing ladies want someone to love them,
even when the shadow’s wiped from cracking eyelids,
the music’s stopped,
colored hot lights yield to cold dawn slapping tired fishnets.
The more people see of you,
the less human you’re seen.
She loves me under fluorescent grocery bars,
she loves me in broad daylight,
she loves me by starlight and sunset and
when we creep out of town at dawn
her eyes shine brighter than headlights.
She is gorgeous without glitter,
passed out and pale in muted afternoon tones,
I love her.

We are consumables consuming,
why were you so afraid of being eaten alive?
There is no thrill like the thrill of slipping
down her throat.
You gave her your cock,
threw your head back on the trial run.
My heart’s in her teeth.
There is more to (even my) life than sex.

Katie

You open me.





When I've shut down.


I love you.

Greater Than The Sum

I miss your morning bedhead
floor piled extensions
I want to take you to the movies
make out, annoy the single father behind us
ex D and D'er, glasses too small for his fleshy head
when he bitches and moans I want to say
Hey man
we paid our money to be here, same as everyone else
and if we want to ignore this film
well
that's our prerogative.
I want to tie you up, blind fold you
I want to take you to bed
I want you to come home
Sideways shouting Filthadelphia
we have pillow forts to build
afternoon naps to take
I want to make you breakfast
eat in bed
I want to do everything
but not the sad things
and I want to do them all for many years
I want arson art and alcohol
I want you.

Sober Ramble

I'm giving you no context for this
I'd like to
But I lost it
I live in a world contextualized by the texture of your photographs
jealous of the sun on your face
I want to slap the rays away like they're from Jersey
Without your tone of voice
Dragons be everywhere
And me with a broken compass
The only direction I know is down
Everything spiraling out of control
Incessant nervous nausea
I'd like to give you a context for this
but the only determining factor in my present existence is your distance
and you've already got that
space is the single most deconstructive construct you've ever asked me for
you need room
to grow and blossom

and I need you.
I'm the bag lady, out of her head and wandering
I need you
down chestnut over to 12th st
I need you
Sightseeing in the places we used to be together
I need you
and you're not here
I try to bridge the distance with text messages,
I call too much,
I email your friends,
Prophets are crazy
and all love is worship in a way
can you grow here?
can we build here?
When are you coming home?

Tomorrow & Tomorrow & Tomorrow

I am the ghost in your machine
Willow whispers round your gears
Roller coastered, one way to skin a lion.
I find myself uncomfortably numb.

Automatically voiced static shrills
Relax. Enjoy. White noise.

Silent haunting
You’re curled round my back brain
Lurker, never reaching out.
Her fist is my voice box
Clenched till the palm bleeds
Swallowing her blood makes me nauseous, today.
Bunch of fucked up kids
saving the worst behavior for our most beloveds
Crying about some damn trike
till the bike gets stolen.

Every day is one more time

I want to go to bed till it's all over
I want my fucking trike back.
But there's a monster under the bed
He is every fear ever felt
speaking out loud
Confirming, reaffirming
this is neverending.

Blonde Eyelashes

I am clinging to the idea of May
First anniversary of that first tentative physical exploration.

I can't remember the last time we fucked
I can't remember the last time you kissed me.

Shove it all into my spine
I am homeless.

There is nowhere safe for fear, grief, or anger,
until May.

Some Women Demand Strength

He said he wanted me
to have what I want-
Mockery.
What I want
doesn't want me.

Drag me down, lady
Breathe me in
isolated body high
kiss crawling through
wet, cold night
keeping up with you.

Just Go Into The Next Room

maintaining the ordinary facade
postpones the inevitable scene
But I wish I were strong enough to take it
So someone could comfort me.

This all seems so unneedful
But I can't ask
if this is real
he's so damned stubborn.

I see no end to this
out of body sorrow
that isn't me
ouroboros swallowed girl
shaking like that
I can't feel it
watching someone else collapse.

Slow Constant Burn

My stomach wrenched card castle
is flaming down around us
The phoenix is dying.

There's no space
time
words
Just this endless journey.
Run.

One year of poetry undone
in one heartless sentence
Birth hurts.

I want you
but I can't hold you
Slow constant burn
We're learning to fly.

Sex Ed

Piss scented cushion
seated in the tower of babel
(human birdsong fallen in my ears),
I travel through time,
live in seasons unoccurred,
waiting on Tomorrow Girl.

She runs late but comes soon.

15 minutes declined;
I'm gonna swallow this
(pulse pounding temple pressure).
Digest her name
write it on the mirror
in every two bit room
of every three bit town
I ever stay in.

(Alone, mostly, clinging when I’m not.)

I have forgotten seduction more complicated
than “Yes”, “Do” and/or “Please”,
but my lovers are complicated humans.
I will be a student forever.

Insomnia

Her sorrow is a lake
welling till drowning.
bottom traps in dim blue depths.

One sunny day, surface sailing
I'll stand in hateful sun
bubbling skin peeling
bald, skinned screamer
Blood flower
surface blooming
staining her
sorrow purple.

My sorrow is a cancer
eating me alive
lay beside his dreams at night
ceiling stare through tears
not unhappy is the next best thing
to being happy.

Tuesday

I am terrified for you from love of you.
frequently casually cruel
sleep late, I stay up till early
weeping with exhaustion and fear.

I wasn't born patient
and I won't be kind tomorrow
I'll relapse
apologize
grasp you with both hands
a blind woman,
searching tangled covers
for a physical band aid to slap my burning eyes.

Love Letter, Rough Draft

When she comes home
I want to keep her up all night
Like the teenage boys I imagine her rejecting
In the perfect world this isn't.

Woman

Too soon to call?
I'm unsure
But too late,
so go to bed to
uncurl the boy ball

I dreamt
we were all together
dressed in black
eating dinner

Woke alone
sans headache
I'm gonna swallow this pulse
pounding temple pressure
digest your name
write it on the mirror
In every town I leave you for.

I'm Going to Burn Down the Midwest.

when she leaves
I want violent expulsions
heated eye and throat liquids
I try to hold it
and don't quite make it
even in the biggest boots.

Both of You

You are so necessary
to US.

Least of All Here.

They've got faces full of metal
Firework hair
The never never land wraiths
I love so much
I became one
explode into being
Stars on acid
leaving fast as coming
It isn't small at all
Or ever explained well.

Sunset Trees

JD are the initials of my favorite poet
And a liquor I don't like
My sister hates the poet
but she likes the liquor

I've lost every copy of that small red book I ever had
And I've had several
But I haven't lost the snapshot
Of my sister reading poetry
On a warm to chilly tombstone
Before I broke her heart.
She drinks more since I moved
And I worry
afraid of a tomb full of regrets

Are you experienced?
We will be.
We will be.
We will be,
before we meet again.
But at least we'll meet again.

you're not worthless

Nothing sings:
the dead of winter is not a pretty phrase.
Sleepless exhaustion reigns.

This long line of girls striving
to look younger than they've been for years
drugging themselves
they got to get through
the job
night
minute
man.
All married,
insufficient.
Secrets steeped in alcohol,
children uneducated as lovers.
But spring comes to both sides of asylum.

When I hear a song I like
It's rare I am not the originator.
When I look at your face everything sings.

Passed

Today's forecast,
heavy paranoia
50 percent chance of rain.

Victim counterculture's north star:
excessive poor communication.

I'm nothing glamorous to come home to,
traveling model let down.
stick girl, scar bundles tension burnt
I throw up in the kitchen sink
while you awkwardly make love
and she says No.

she's floored
forcibly silent
you're out
I'm in
she's leaving
bed to drugs to bed
she's silent
I'm on the road

One of these days,
he'll send the strays
back to the pound.
They kill a lot of kittens there.

What is so ugly about me
that I have to rape you both
every fucking time?

Looking Glass

"Will we fall apart?"
I know you're saying you might leave, know
I can't trap anyone. I
run scared,
terrified of failure.
Disoriented, I don't do enough.
A better work ethic will perfect things.
Right?
Right?
Right?

You make my guts hurt too much to listen to.
Versions of needing to talk...
Well, this will hurt.

Indulgent repetition for my own belief.
Should I touch you less often?
Remind you (I love you) less frequently?
Please breathe around me
oxygen deprivation makes me see unreality
through a looking glass, dimly.

I want to see you
Face to face
under me, smiling
over me, screaming
I want you
in all your terrifying life
overwhelming ecstasy
but I can't just take you
You're not new shoes.

ache

Insomnia stalked under blanket filtered light
I'm just watching you sleep
(I'm that girl, crying over hats.)

I want to gutter crawl with you
hang those Christmas lights above our filth.
The obvious bears repeating. I love you.

I feel like a horrible daughter
especially next to you
maybe it's my gutter after all.

Mrs. Freeman

I'm a college drop out
making a living off sex
And I have a vagina.
I know I'm not
What you wanted for your daughter
When she was a littler girl.

But I love your daughter
And I want to take care of her
For as many years as she'll let me.

I'm A Terrible Beggar.

please touch me
more often

I hate apologizing for my sex drive.

Kitten

you're a kind man
you take in stray cats
nurse us to health
slender sleek, capable
Still cats, wandering.

You need to ask me to sit in your lap
I don't always want to be asking.