I wish I was a man
with his shirt unbuttoned
and his breath stinking of beer
swaggering down the street
without a friend
but without an enemy
woman
Poem #739
spam thinks I’m a man
no, I will not get hard after clicking on that link
no, I do not want a Russian bride
no, I do not need a tiny pill to make me smarter
Poem #710
a vice gripping my vagina
white-black rips the edge of my vision
it’s been building the whole time
I shove pills in my mouth
chasing them with scalding water
please, make this work
I gulp another one for good measure
the light turns green
the car slugs home
every position is pain
until the medicine creeps in