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ODE TO THAT SLIPPERY RESIDUE
what slid out of me in the bathtub that i caught what slid out of me in the car that i let fall outside the creek, full from the week’s rain & i wonder if the ducks are safe in my phone, a small world that overwhelms, that starts what the therapist calls intrusive thoughts what slid out into my panties at work today a smell so tangy, made my mouth water what slid out btwn my thighs while i slept not even dreams of desire, just dreams with less control pink petals slicked to sidewalk cat yowls in want of attention am i what slides out or what the slide slides out of ? ODE TO THAT WEATHERED DESIRE
am thick, creamily wet am mucused & toned, a post-blood cream, pink am pleased by the thick, lush, full, fat green leaves & grasses by the vibrant blooms is early summer the sexiest, the most desire fueled season this weather, air thick, clouds thick i am creamy am afraid of desire am alert & alive to this lushness tho through fear, i restrain, tho in fear, imagination stamps out must desire always be loinal must this i always be feral must this body always be fearful i am creamy, the sky blue & lightly clouded the green leaves glinting silvery in the sun things buzzing & swaying succumbing to the desire-fueled season i am creaming |