poem

secondhand lover for sale

"if I get boiled pure / in your lobster pot / would it peel off / like a scarlet clearance tag?"

A poem about sexual discovery and empowerment, not for the faint of heart. 

secondhand lover for sale (excerpt)

fifty different mattresses

and none before you remarked on the freckle

on my left inner lip              I’d never noticed

only ever touched

Read the whole poem in Peach Velvet Magazine’s Summer ’20 issue: “As Is”.

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