"Find what you love and let it kill you."

16 year old

Fell mushy gushy love drops
Over a sentence sucking synapses
Into bitch-in-heat orgasms.

Aphrodisiac syllables

Boiled over spaghetti sauce insides
Like sonic speed time lapse rose bloom.
That furnace fired hot
In heart valve,
Stomach lining,
And pelvic bone,
Really sent her shivering
Like walking tightropes of
Inverted equator.

Came enough times

To document jawlines
Wasting mouths
Wasting tongue
Because they don’t taste.

Enough to

Wash out roaches
With feelers brushed back

In some 90’s haircut.

Enough for storytellers

To etch her deep
In the walls of
California coffee shops.

Never had to make the call,

“The juicer’s jammed!”
Because there will always be pages,
Always self-servicing saucy stanzas,
Always dead poets reading
Under her showerhead.

Say she does jam,

Say molten masturbation
Molds into fly guts,
Then, it must mean
Success.

All dried up

Means she felt

It all.