Ferine
He eats me whole
foot first
No fear of dirt
or blood
I live in deodorant commercials with whistling bars of soap
and romps through wheat fields in crisp white maxi pads
He doesn’t mind grit
Washes his hands in mud puddles
confesses
he likes to leave my smell on for days
Inhale it when the shower’s water hits him
makes him hard
He says,
Is that bad?
I imagine my worst homeless funk and think
about
a feral love
gamey and raw.
***
The Dress
was too small
it ripped up the slit in the back
a straight line up my ass crack.
Red and shiny
It was all that I coveted.
Could have been worn to a prom
if my boobs weren’t falling out.
My aunt hid it with my boosted bottles of booze
when the cops brought me home.
I stole it from Macy’s.
Wore it on New Years
it was nowhere near big enough
halfway through the drunken night
my ass was out.
Larger than life
as usual.
I sometimes stuffed too small shoes
let the back of my feet hang over
Stan Smiths.
In three colors
the only colors I wore
black, white and red.
A drug dealer friend paid for the limo
told us to a choose a restaurant.
We saved him money by stealing the drink
did lines in the bathroom
my boobs and ass peekabooing on both ends.
The red shiny material useless uncomfortable
ended up in the trash
and I wished I’d worn something my size.
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