April 2012 - Comments Off on felt like

felt like

Julia Mounsey '13

towards you:
sticky, pointed
pine needles
a clump of cherries
a mass
really warm and sexy
and gross maybe
but I can squeeze you
and then you glow
and juice
little bubbles
bouncing like fat, pork
belly in my mouth
rubber but alive
not food
something weirder and
more romantic
like an organ
or virginity or

Julia sits in the red room.

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