i’d much rather write a poem
on my bed’s riot
than the love triangle
on my horizon
(but i know what you’re
eager to hear)
floral pattern sheets
become cartesian chaos:
linear lines over my chest,
quadratic parabolas echoing
around my arms,
the logarithmic curve slowly
fading toward my pillow.
(but what of the men?
their gazes, your wants,
that greedy heart of yours?)
it’s beautiful here,
the twisting formations of
my unconscious
in the world.
(hush now,
i am an ocean
and the horizon remains
a great distance.)
“Sexy Underwear”by wildnightparties is licensed under CC PDM 1.0
