“I am leaving now”
Since I am formerly swallowed by sex.
Said the priest and his neighbor
Pouring milk into the wrong mouth coffee
Long plastic legs
Sat unenthusiastically
On someone’s lap
Gapped as these disastrous lyrics
Ziplocked lipsticks
Taking over space, hands off
The sweeteners jar
That twisted my tongue
To lick promoted genitals
Crawling play & pawn step back
Remaining an authentic f*ck
As an unmoved, untouched rock
As your statue, I ceased to exist
But the sneak underneath
Urged to breathe
Elsewhere
Darker
Deeper
Than
Here
Her
Er
..
.
I lost most of my hair, in the struggle to leave you, I am no longer your sex-toy-stylist since Tolstoy is dead, but formerly me, not yours, not forever,
still alive but not so great, as I tend…
