POV: Tampon

she is headfirst into the shallow end

of my daydreams and I want her.

I can see that slightly sideways

something about her, that triangle

invert waist, that childbearing

nonsense

and I want her.

utilitarian purpose, carnal impulse,

like a bad anime where every time she

turns around my head is filled with

stars

or sand

or something dead.

this love is something crawling through the

winters and I always want her summer,

call her spring and addiction and

she only wants to see me when it’s dark out.

when it’s U2 season and battering

ram hipbones.

when she can bury the dead in her wake but

I want to breathe her open and

empty,

bury myself between her thighs and

call what comes next the Second Coming.

she never did believe in Jesus. she never did believe in

“oh Christ, oh god”

so maybe in her mouth I am living.

she is sick with this pill popping ridicule,

sweating out a fire she does not want.

with her I will wipe entire nations clean.

#HS