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Poet Introduction
“Fuck it, it’s fine,” Olivia Rodrigo
La Placita - San Juan dreams 1
My Spanish is lacking
on a good day,
but I’m fluent
in the way
moist skin
presses against
smiling hands,
and La Placita
speaks
my native tongue.
We spilled
out of the tiny club
with bass so
hard I can still
feel my chest
rattle,
covered in sweat
and looking
for a way to
translate
need
in the
crowd.
I couldn’t catch
any words
from the street music
save the refrains
yelled out by
a thousand,
thousand people
grinding between ...
on a good day,
but I’m fluent
in the way
moist skin
presses against
smiling hands,
and La Placita
speaks
my native tongue.
We spilled
out of the tiny club
with bass so
hard I can still
feel my chest
rattle,
covered in sweat
and looking
for a way to
translate
need
in the
crowd.
I couldn’t catch
any words
from the street music
save the refrains
yelled out by
a thousand,
thousand people
grinding between ...
#lust
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Flying sucks balls
I hate being trapped in a giant
metal tube that
throws itself through
solid air with
some strange
sorcery
called lift.
I can’t see it,
touch it,
taste it.
Yet this turbulent
force steals the
only thing I can’t let go of…
control.
I have to trust
that science
is real,
that the pilot is
capable,
and that the guy fabricating the shit
wasn’t hungover when
he soldiered the rivets
on the wing.
I fantasize...
metal tube that
throws itself through
solid air with
some strange
sorcery
called lift.
I can’t see it,
touch it,
taste it.
Yet this turbulent
force steals the
only thing I can’t let go of…
control.
I have to trust
that science
is real,
that the pilot is
capable,
and that the guy fabricating the shit
wasn’t hungover when
he soldiered the rivets
on the wing.
I fantasize...
#obsession
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That time my phone screen and resolve both cracked

#lust
#obsession
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While I’m here, I might as well tap that ass

#lust
#erotic
#BDSM
#sensual
#bisexual
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Just a kiss
I like the way you
hesitate when I
move in close,
one hand at your waist
touching your
soft
skin,
the other
cupping
your delicate cheek.
I like way you
can’t hide
shivers
as we inhale
each other’s
exhales,
and our
breasts
finally
touch.
I just want one kiss.
Just one.
I just want to bite
your neck and
and whisper in your
ear
that you
are perfect.
Perfect.
I want to
blend our
lipgloss
and eat ...
hesitate when I
move in close,
one hand at your waist
touching your
soft
skin,
the other
cupping
your delicate cheek.
I like way you
can’t hide
shivers
as we inhale
each other’s
exhales,
and our
breasts
finally
touch.
I just want one kiss.
Just one.
I just want to bite
your neck and
and whisper in your
ear
that you
are perfect.
Perfect.
I want to
blend our
lipgloss
and eat ...
#bisexual
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Sun blind
I meant to be beautiful for you today,
meant to drip
smooth silken images
across your tongue,
like craft rum
from distant islands
I meant to seduce you
in black thigh-high boots
and a don’t-fuck-with me mouth
that went to work on you
the moment you stepped
in the room
I wanted to be that badass
bitch in white underthings
slapping your face with one hand
giving you a handjob under the
table with the other.
But I’m off.
Just off.
Part of it’s the endless ...
meant to drip
smooth silken images
across your tongue,
like craft rum
from distant islands
I meant to seduce you
in black thigh-high boots
and a don’t-fuck-with me mouth
that went to work on you
the moment you stepped
in the room
I wanted to be that badass
bitch in white underthings
slapping your face with one hand
giving you a handjob under the
table with the other.
But I’m off.
Just off.
Part of it’s the endless ...
#lust
#obsession
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Rip current
I dream the tides fear me.
I also dream
of you washing me out
to sea
and I awake
trembling
thinking of you...
I also dream
of you washing me out
to sea
and I awake
trembling
thinking of you...
#lust
#obsession
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Let's make slow f**k

#sex
#erotic
#obsession
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Finish line
I run when it’s too hot,
and I don’t take water,
to see how fucking
far I can get before
my brain blacks out
and my heart explodes.
Just to prove to myself
I still have one.
I’m not sure anymore.
There’s something
really broken in me,
and I crave the
physical pain
of pushing too far.
Some days,
the steadfast lull
of one-foot-in-front
of the other
is the only time
I’m sure
I’m here.
I run to...
and I don’t take water,
to see how fucking
far I can get before
my brain blacks out
and my heart explodes.
Just to prove to myself
I still have one.
I’m not sure anymore.
There’s something
really broken in me,
and I crave the
physical pain
of pushing too far.
Some days,
the steadfast lull
of one-foot-in-front
of the other
is the only time
I’m sure
I’m here.
I run to...
#escape
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Ebullient in a Dumpster fire
My fingertips were ice
and the bounce of my knee
turned the paper barrier
they put on exam tables
into a bowl of
rice krispies
The little drugstore
test with a plus
was in my bag,
you exhaled
too heavily
and took my cold
fingers in yours.
The doctor came
and gave us the
(happy)
news.
It was unlikely to
ever
be a real positive
without some
scar tissue
removal.
The breath left us both ...
and the bounce of my knee
turned the paper barrier
they put on exam tables
into a bowl of
rice krispies
The little drugstore
test with a plus
was in my bag,
you exhaled
too heavily
and took my cold
fingers in yours.
The doctor came
and gave us the
(happy)
news.
It was unlikely to
ever
be a real positive
without some
scar tissue
removal.
The breath left us both ...
#grief
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Elon Musk is a sexy son of a bitch
It’s 11 a.m. at Rusty’s
in Port Canaveral.
I’m watching the
Falcon 9 get
refitted between
missions.
Every chance I get,
I stand outside,
eyes turned to a
clear horizon
and watch pure sorcery.
We.
Tiny little creatures
with no claws or canines,
no biological advances
in the natural order,
we alone,
have unraveled the secrets
to touch stars; ...
in Port Canaveral.
I’m watching the
Falcon 9 get
refitted between
missions.
Every chance I get,
I stand outside,
eyes turned to a
clear horizon
and watch pure sorcery.
We.
Tiny little creatures
with no claws or canines,
no biological advances
in the natural order,
we alone,
have unraveled the secrets
to touch stars; ...
#obsession
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Smother or drown motherf**ker

#sex
#obsession
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