Numb Little Orgasms

Why masturbate alone When you can masturbate into someone else? Why make your tummy viscous with nut When there’s a container waiting? Fill your fingers with constellations of cutting scars And stimulate your glands (the old in-and-out) With her pelvis-bone and out—into the mirror To marionette yourself from a blank-lit angle —and edit, always edit…

Dreaming in Death

The leaves were turning brown once again. They say the seasons cycle: winter is stasis, when the earth lies dead and still, but autumn is moribund, the down-chop of the scythe, when chlorophyll bleeds from the leaves, when the warm moisture is sucked, shrieking from the air, and only ether is left. Duck the death.…