Tuesday, 18 April 2017

16. THIS ONE WRITES ITSELF

On the way to the sexverse
Banana man peels it &
    throws it on the tracks
Cops clumped like a bad dream

They don’t arrest banana man
They don’t forgive him either

When the trains play slip & slide
We play forgiveness &
    mind your own consent

I don’t know how to say please
I say thank you ten times instead

You look best when your body’s
    made out of maps

Swollen purple and turquoise
Pencilcase colours of teenqueen girls

I show up at the sexverse
Close my eyes and whisper hello

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