pale
1st November 2009I crush on this boy like mad
like my laden ovaries expand to fill my feet
like my swollen fingers expand to fill the air
between me and him, like I grab him
between lips
and swallow him until his mother
forgets she had a son
5th November 2009 at 9:30 pm
Man, I love that last sentence! Very good!
6th November 2009 at 4:11 am
Fucking amazing. Gets better every time I read it.
6th November 2009 at 8:17 pm
Thanks, Ben. Thanks, Sizoe.
7th November 2009 at 12:36 pm
brilliant! … until his mother forgets she had a son …
7th November 2009 at 5:03 pm
Ellie, that’s how we will eat him. ;)
7th November 2009 at 10:19 pm
And with a little mustard please. ;-)
8th November 2009 at 2:07 am
I want my mother to forget
8th November 2009 at 2:08 am
….and pardon me.
24th November 2009 at 9:20 pm
Yes. This is my 30’s. I want to rub up against everyone I meet. Make so much friction I detonate.
24th November 2009 at 9:23 pm
Gorgeous.
11th December 2009 at 12:39 pm
what’s “shit [poetry]” about that? I like it.