I wanna operate from a base of hunger // no longer be ashamed and hide my // tears in shower water while I lather for pleasure

I wanna speak at an intimate decibel // with the precision of an infinite decimal // to listen up and send back a true echo // of something forever felt but never heard // I want that sharpened steel of truth in every word

sucking dick for drink tickets //
at the free bar at my cousin’s bat mitzvah //
cutting the punch line and it ain’t no joke //
devoid of all hope circus mirrors and pot smoke //
picking fights on dyke night //

if i’m sinking in laughting at something sunken in, i am //