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I start my 26th year on earth by scrubbing I use the last of my old bar of soap and open a new shampoo bottle My hair is longer now Seinfeld plays just outside the curtain I wash my own toes And all is well Continue reading

Ew that’s disgusting I hate the way your throat sounds Rough gargles and sloppy phlegm Don’t launch that shit where I have to look at it Sometimes, you say, a little smirk, a man’s gotta clear his throat Weren’t you taught to hold it back? To silently swallow and keep it all contained? The world… Continue reading

The last time I was in this city, we were still together. I don’t remember much but I remember the hotel room. I remember how we could change the lights and the see-through shower, like they knew we would be fucking I didn’t really want to By that point, I knew I was going to… Continue reading

Remember when I taught you how to bathe? It was right after we had sex, one of the first times I guess I washed your body first My shampoo in your hair, my finger tips behind your ears, my arms slipping Round your waist Sometimes there’d be more I’d get down on my knees and… Continue reading

I’m ravenous in my dreams. Continue reading

I love you trans women. I love you I love you I love you. Continue reading

Look for my bright red latex boots, I’ll hold them above my head for you. We’re in this sea of people but the sheen will light your way. I’ve got this solid spot — come find me. Continue reading

Do you remember when I showed you how to bathe? Continue reading

What are the rules of this game, mama? I’ve never been good at games like this. Not because I don’t know the rules, but because my body refuses to follow them. Continue reading

So what do I do with all of these kisses unspent? They’ve been accumulating in this little blue ceramic cup in my bathroom, gathering dust and hair and forgotten promises. Two weeks ago, someone told me they were collecting them. Said they like creating things with them, that they’re just the perfect shape and size.… Continue reading