‘she is the dirty sea in broken lingerie.’ i hear you say. this. as you throw and throw and throw ones down her throat. and i think about how beautifully her skin guts you like a fish. how she is warm gold on that pole. and the physics of her thighs. the way she breaks your eyes. the home her body makes for your money. but not you. each and every night. and i think. ‘you are the one who is really in pain.’
