(they am thinking about how she will go)

An earlier draft of this piece was published in Peach Magazine

this, an ode to ur harms +
what her need them to do
to / me tonite,
they make ruin for this
rancid, tho / queered, / union
this white 👿
waltz / bowl us body +
o,
how it needs

to me, her made god ur body
tonite may leave they lips
burdened but 👩🏾 needed
this / (o) my body 🥣
spooned her 🩸
batter /
whipped
the golden of she ,
this 🍑 ➕ u, a raw

they think she need. her leave
ur lips anointed w/ grease
some 🍗 + 🧇 type sexy ur
👅 has no room for / to u,
she’m crisco exotic
tonite, 🏳️‍🌈 but tmrw,
she rancid / 🐒 pubic her

crispy body reverse rawed
+ u knead /
here’s to the odorous
body that feeds + the hungry
✋🏼 + the gaping mouf
—belonging
2 whom??

tbh, she bowl body be filled
idc w/ what 🙄 — the whole
point of hunger is
to fix / this empty need i had
for anyone’s
harms this was a flare sent
frantic ➕ u answered
good

with u in the 👄/
she forget
🤷🏾