SHIRA SEGAL

street lamps
yes there were street lights but not too many to make a difference and i don't know who's in charge of the street lamps or who has control of the person who controls the street lamps but they weren't that bad although the night was bad in my mouth every time i passed the lot on the way to anna's house

what's left over
you are intimacy you are the future in a black baby doll dress on a wet hotel bed the shower's gonna go and we're gonna be gone by 10 a.m. but i love you i've stopped counting you could be 13 or 17 infested with menstrual blood and what's left over 10 hours left we're leaving the outerspace of our collective holy land the honey from your nipples and poetry of sensual acts of selflessness the last scene you are the third tower you are between towers solitude your foundation the boy staring you down after orgasm




overlap the unfucking with the fucking and you have nothing
you say that in your new place i compliment the unfucking although you claim to have never been unfucked before i think you're lying "don't mess with the lyers" someone once said but there really is no avoiding it so i lie i lie between you and the bed and think of this guy whose sister i slept with and how he doesn't know it makes me think of unfucking her in my bed my head is the palace we build where ever we kiss and here we kiss within the holy nest of skin on lying skin on unfucked skin we fuck and then sleep in the skin we are given


nothing the cops would find funny
if you wanted to come on my face you should have said so i'm sick of smelling beer in my food on your tongue this is how you kiss this is where my thighs could lie and what position 80 miles an hour we're driving backwards from dessert to the hotel lounge and jason talked bukowsky dressed in money tom talked car lessons for insurance assure me four months worth (and then some) because and although my pen is dry my eyes are wet and burning there's semen swimming in my eyeball and my contact fell in the toilet