There Are Six People in this Bed and All of Them Are Women
A slip
Freudian in nature
tangled in the sheets
mouth softest untethered
psychosexual
touch
particle expansion collapsing star jazo n the radio
the radio
crackling out of range
the interface of embodied creatures
translate me to airwaves
to reverb
to static
fingernails and a desperate
hitch in breath
she and her
and we
bite marks over collar bone
against the event horizon
phallic envy in
a dresser drawer
open your mouth
swallow our galaxy whole
tell me how it feels
here
pinned to the ceiling by
vocabulary and white lily perfume
we must all have
such
bad fathers
to end up loving this way.
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Rowan Lynam is a genderqueer writer and journalist living in Chicago.