I Climbed the Hill Beneath You

I devoted my time to watering a dead stick back then. I was
trying to raise an enchanted forest in my closet.  I guess I
wasn’t thinking too clearly because of the head wound. I
don’t know what made you hit me like that. You probably
thought it’d do me some good. Maybe it did.

&

For years I lived in a secret aquarium in your underwear. I
slept on your scrotum, among the sparrows. “Who are you
really?” is a question I kept asking your penis. It turned
towards me sadly. I threw my arms around its thick neck &
buried its sweet blind face in pink kisses.

&

I don’t mind playing the victim. I’m built for the open
grave. Handcuffed to the ceiling, toes grazing the floor, my
body shows to best advantage. A death of a thousand cuts
is like edging to orgasm. Let me never die, never cum,
while you spurt like doves from a K-Mart shotgun.