liquid smooth

i feel sick when

being poured

like hot gravy on a wet slice of

turkey

drowning in juices,

different ones that are all bad for you

when it comes up my esophagus i’m not sure

whether or not to swallow

i’ve once tasted a man’s cum so bad

i ran to the bathroom of our small

hotel, covered in

grey loose leaf shadows of nothing

but the shower curtain, soaked in sweat,

blood, drowning in

juices and shame just to

throw it all up.

i brushed my teeth after;

sometimes i wonder how the night would have gone

if i let the liquid pour out my concaved mouth

back onto his pelvis. liquid smooth, the color

of a hopeless cloud or my new favorite

nail polish shade (funny bunny)

each time i remember i think of what it would be like

to never have to. i never have to

anyway,

i do know the feeling of being poured

into, like being piped into a

cream puff pastry, freshly baked freshly

whipped

cream, stuffed with a strawberry.