Lately, Pretty White Bitches Plague Me

TAYLOR STEWART

Can’t see straight,

Can’t feel straight,

Ain’t been straight, since last I can remember.

Pussy stopped prowling.

Paused for glazed glances, but today I was rinsed in desire. Today I was pushed to quench.

How could I not indulge? Make food of his flesh. Use bones as utility. A duel suit of armor.

Trails of lace left over lined the outside of me. Fortified and trembling, I held on to treasure.

Can’t see straight, since lifted from the trenches.

Can’t feel straight, since lifted from the trenches.

Ain’t been straight.

Ain’t been settling in my stomach. Ain’t been feeling felt or full.

Ain’t been free.