4:02 p.m. - 2009-09-01
(-----now?-----)
some men are delicious.
i brought a white boy home with me,
but sent him home without fucking him.
i miss the feel of a man's chest under my cheek,
i miss the smell and the weight
the sturdyness.
i miss my fantasy of him,
and him and him.
my pussy is waking up again,
but i'm all jumbled, not sure what
to do with it, with this, with this
my heart is tangled and everything
keeps manifesting right in front of me.
i wake up,
i wake up,
and i am in the middle of a conversation
i don't know where i am, who i'm with
i cant remember how it happened.
i want,
i want
purity, reality, tangibility
chivalry, ghosts and mystery
i want lust, the tangle and thrust
i want must, i want no fuss
i don't want trust
i just want to sink into it
a sweet flirtation, i've gotta
do the laundry first
and there's no time for anything
but this, insist
grocery list
penniless
ghost, this
resistance.