Ember G.B. Ward

12:13-12:14






All of you disgust me.
Look at you - swarming all over the streets.
You smell.
When I imagine what you do everyday
it makes my stomach turn.
Look at you -
hair growing in all the wrong places.
Don't come near me.
I can't stand being close to you
in elevators and on the bus.
Come here. Touch me because it feels good.
I want to know
all the lonely parts of your body.
Explore your eyebrows and how
they curve up and then down.
I want to uncoil you.
Stretch you out on
my floor. See through that skin
you've spent a whole life building.

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