gigi

by gigi

Detach your heart from its arteries.

Contort it into your throat and

barf it out.

Let me lick it off the tile

until I understand you.

Rip a handful of your hair out,

ball it up, and put it in my mouth.

Push it past my teeth,

past my tongue,

past my gagging,

so when I breathe I smell you,

and when I eat I taste you,

and when I choke I think of you.

Love me til I’m sore,

and love me more still.

Leave hickeys on my wall

and punch holes in my neck.

Douse me in your sweat

so I can feel what you feel in the heat.

Love me grossly,

By gigi

Fuck your friend before brunch.

Tell all your mutual friends about it over home fries,

and one of them will ask you all to their place later

to touch each other

and play charades.

Go touch each other

and play charades

and know that you’re better friends because of it.

When you’re too drunk to drive home,

crawl in bed with the host

and his girlfriend.

Play with each others’ hair

until you fall asleep, and

in the morning you can hold each other

while your headaches subside.

It’s not weird unless you make it weird.

I won’t make it weird,

will you?

Fuck your friends!

Or maybe you already do.

When the two of you write that song together,

are you not making love?

What’s the difference between helping someone move

and fingering them?