- by Emily Wright
I tried to write something for you
but my pen wouldn't move.
Couldn't think of a subject. A Cause.
A Wuthering Height.
A failed breath.
Turkish prison. Prism. Heat. Turbulence.
Writing while standing. Writing while
fucking. Getting fucked with a
pen. You in?
I'm angry and filled with a palpitating rage.
Indecent thoughts. Enact. Intact.
Come on in. James Dean - A queen.
Marilyn - A dyke. Frustrated. Hated,
degraded.
How am I bent? Thrilled. A giant lick.
Tried to write something at six
but my thoughts wouldn't stick.
Losing Eros
Milky film covered eyes
while dead heat splayed
out before me. It
was the day of you.
