i see the hair on his sex.

and i let it rest upon my tonsils.

 

(pause)

 

i supposed myself then.

 

‘don’t apologize’ i’m not apologizing

and yet i promise to be simple, calm, thin-skinned.

 

(unpause)

 

my voice grew hoarse with the grating of my hyoid bone.

i lick his hem with a purpose and i chip my tongue..

 

‘u porcelain imposter’

 

(pause)

 

the pre-dawn light reflects off of his leaking cock

or perhaps off of the mirrored faucet

and i wonder if i myself am of good quality moonlight.

 

(unpause)

 

i see her head stamped through the urine-licked floors.

cheek as tile, tongue as hand, face as mouth

/my* head/ through the bile bleached bathroom

mixing our slobber our snot our wet

 

(pause)

 

i supposed myself again.

 

(unpause)

 

she cries now and lets one fall

/‘sorry i lost my composure’/

it is sitting right there between his legs, her legs, mine? no, his pillow, the tiles, the cold, the floor, the bathroom floor,

it sits right there