Jul 6, 2013
Consent
I tried to be on the ceiling of my boyfriend's bedroom once.
at the edge of scream and moonlight.
ricochet my spirit from dark corner to corner.
The floor was cold.
The bridge between his thumb and pointer finger chained words to the back of my throat.
I winked at the moon,
it did nothing.
The window rattled as if it cared to save me.
The room was hot.
His hips never gaped my limbs so forceful.
limbs never laid so flimsy.
5 plus 5 multiplied by two.
the number of times I consented
minutes I've counted
His body is heavy
spell "consent"
L O V E
