(transition)

what’s it like looking east to west
and men for miles?

but nice smile.

small.
unmonitored fidgeting.
nervous laughter.
seems to force her way through small
talk and presents as
calm but quite fanatical
about some previous existential
crisis that she says
was“indelible.”

she doesn’t show me her skin
or much of her teeth when I
am watching. she’s
currently being touched and
it seems,
does not like to be touched without
motive.
she is currently being undressed.

she is currently turning from ice
to flood,
to steady stream of
cold, red blood
and asked me to sing this
last part out loud.

“how guys save me in their phone”