Editorial note: Trying out an edgier tone with this one...
IMAGINING MY VAGINA
Like a tongue over a seam
my skin folds and pussy opens
in the ache between
cock and hole
how skin hurts because skin
isn’t doing what it’s told
how brain and mind illuminate,
like a paper lantern,
the curvy form and mold
that is passed by
like a firefly
like a sailor drunk at port;
how like a novel trick
completion is forgotten
like barroom pack of matches
fighting for oxygen
at the bottom of the junk drawer.
