Do it. Do it all from him
(he’s a vampire

If I had his fantasies they’d involve punishment
an alarm along the wall.

He walks in this way, angry to tell you now leaving
leave the very idea of being me!

She rides out something beautiful
— shatter on us —

A lesbian body can
demonstrate an idea: I must love him
Ignore
Acquiesce

But bring her out
)) this voice ((

Do it from him
Ignore a poet, adversary, wife
Be a (wo)man who takes care of his balls
Ride out something beautiful
As punishment

When you come
^
< .home. >
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“I’ll be angry”

I hate the room
I cannot leave
.the very idea.

Your phone was expected to demonstrate
I am not what
I am her
This fantasy

If I had these dreams, wet with shame
you’d slice me open?

He walks into a role, an adversary, or a wife
an angry wo-man lives inside

He grunts as though he could make her through writing
–guess his limbs–

A gay body can
My hate is so tired: I must love her
Count
Build

He’s just a poet, a butch woman*
*just a body in that moment

He would be so hard under his daddy
(there is no erotic here)

The idea of me is every man in that moment
my sickness builds
/\ a boy /\

Her own pleasure is on us, shattered, angry and jealous

Tie me up and torture my manhood
Make me ashamed of the silences between us

I can overhear your puppet

I really want to love you,
even though ?this body?