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MERKIN
“How do you know where the sky starts. perhaps it is touching your skin" — Francesca Lisette Bottomless I flop into the pool Turn sunshine to chlorine green like a dying star I could never place in a wet t-shirt contest Stoya says ‘On a pedestal in a garbage can’ Form is infinity broken At 38 I’m completely transparent Mortified by my basest fantasy Fuck infinity, you’re as old as you feel My sex floated above oceans before they receded I saw the earth buckle, transform A mountainside emerge from unbearable pressure I reached down to hold my chest, invisible Full of heat and insolvency, dry as a bone Every day junk arrives in the mail and it could be anyone it’s addressed to Picture my name like the partition between two bathrooms This fountain won’t hold the weight I’m topheavy, my mind is overflowing My ass is unyielding, Nothing moral to associate this feeling of needing more skin I took the stud out and there’s still a hole in my tongue * Soft butch seeking hard femme seeking salvation I wanted more than I knew I felt it sucking me in I bought a bralette at Gap Body Its tenderness was rough on the hottest day of the year I rubbed a black calla lily on my ribs In the meadow where everything grows under your breast I wanted to see myself in a definitive history of the occult Little blond boi spellbound by Nancy Sinatra Secret goth gurl crushing on a velvet crop top Fashion, the witch’s greatest friend * Our thighs are ripe and hatched by stretch marks Pale and skinny as tapeworms Ever resistant to the effects of the California sun They can all go fuck themselves and thus unsexed be reborn I steal a bodysuit at Aerie There’re limits to what we understand |
