I can not carry my sex with me,
put my erotic statehood in a jar
and swim in it at length--
(one might never return)
"these pants come off"
she sings
she sings
she sings
I have nothing to grasp in the night
sweetbitter on repeat
falling through pleasure, chained
air whistling through parted fingers
your chest hums
I come
death lives there
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