femme in­fin­ity glosa

Room Magazine - - CONTENTS - HAN­NAH HAR­RIS-SUTRO

But you weren’t lost.

Did you fi­nally get all of ev­ery­thing?

Did you fi­nally stop los­ing?

I love you good girl best girl sugar babe gilded

––“Good Girl Glosa,” Leah Lak­shmi Piepzna-Sa­ma­ras­inha

bold girl brave girl back­bone you came know­ing and you had the words tucked in your cheeks, pressed against your tongue to prove it: steady on strong thighs wide eyes drink­ing in the dun­geon dark, shy­ness glossed with want, soft belly, pretty tits, lace like bri­ars curl­ing to cover your nip­ples tat­toos curl­ing to cover your chest, arms crossed But you weren’t lost.

you knew just what you did. you soft so soft the way some girls are the way boys make it so hard to stay. how do you keep open­ing up, petal cunt and mouth how do you keep want­ing it so strong? how do you keep ask­ing for it? song you sing glit­ter­femme, shabby-fancy and so sweet, af­ter such a string of dis­ap­point­ing lovers how do you keep want­ing in the face of noth­ing? Did you fi­nally get all of ev­ery­thing?

yes, gor­geous girl, you know the alchemy of alone: whole warm body liq­uid & the beat of new frag­ile wings, re­lent­less, re­lent­less un­til hard chrysalis cracks open to your as­cent you are bril­liant. yes, you are, in your gay-as-fuck nicki for kmart ear­rings in the soft­est cot­ton nightie, in purple vin­tage pleats and most of all in your smug morn­ing smile, so sweet in this city so bruis­ing

Did you fi­nally stop los­ing?

yes. say it, sugar, say it: yes, you spin gold, yes, all for you princess sharp nails, princess soft palms, bold girl brave girl back­bone down the cen­tre of your shoul­ders: build it with ribs and waist, heal it with hips and ass come, here, my thighs hard for you let me show you full-handed

I love you good girl best girl sugar babe gilded

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