this is as close as i can bear
i stall, everything’s in place
you’re skinny. way too skinny
all arms and legs and what’s there for me
to sink my teeth into
to wrap my tongue around
to get my hands on
everything’s in place, does it run smoothly?
it should run like clockwork
so i’m prepared
should i be sieged by the urge to reproduce before i’m thirty
how long, how long before i’m dead below the waist?
i can finally, finally, finally come clean
lie back, complete, and not feel
and not feel guilty