You surrender your name, To men that capture its vowels, & masturbate, To the spell of you, Rebecca. You recite your beauty, To men that memorize your cleavage, & climax, To the end of you, Rebecca. You sketch your worth, To men whose iris measures, The energy of your hips, sexual, & contemplate, & fornicate, [...]
You taste like poetry. You taste like parts of you are falling apart, yet pulling themselves together. You taste like contradictions. You are contradictions.
Read the first of this series here. White lights queued. I made a new friend, and (much to my frustration) I cannot make his face out. I do, however, recall a sense of belonging; a nervous pain and desire that spoke through our eyes. We wanted to escape, to run with the liquor because childhood doesn't [...]
PART I: Moments of pain are so intricate with probability. It's only when you sit in a 4WD hitting sixty — that you begin to connect the dots. I got soaked in hot water when I was ten. Quite a prolific moment. If I hadn't slept in my long PJs the night before, I wouldn't [...]