BUNNY RABBIT COCK RING
At the sex toy store where I’d meant
to buy something that would save us,
I kept going back to it. I touched my face
with the pink silicone. Here was the tenderness
I’d been missing. In its softness I felt
the frozen weight of you. How I’d taken up
divination to find out what to do.
A Ouija board told me to get a purple camisole.
You loved it, you forgot it, you forgot me.
I thought I could get us some soft black rope.
We had tried some twine but it hurt
and you didn’t know what you were doing.
I can’t pinpoint our breaking point
in those awful weeks. I wrote you saying
I felt like a naked girl in the hallway, arms raised
in the hopes someone would put a pretty dress
on her. I thought you were my pretty dress.
I thought when I bought a cock ring
I’d have a steady cock inside of it.
I bought it anyway. The bunny was just so soft.
There wasn’t much to do with it
but take it out and touch it, tracing its pink ears,
trying to forget what the hole was for.
THE X-FILES IS SO DIMLY LIT
I’m not in this basement
with girls from the Penney’s catalog
taped up on the walls
or maybe he used glue
thick white school glue
I’m thinking of this
while we’re fucking
to the VCR hiss
it takes less energy
than anything I’ve ever done
He looks a little greenish
like his tracking needs to be adjusted
but I refuse to do it