What Do I Wear To Pick Up The Guy From Sober Living I Want to Fuck?
by Suzanne Richardson
I dress in coal
black on black
on
black on black and he wears soot
black on black
on
black on black so nervous
I laugh we order coffee pitch black on black
on black on black he puts in sugar (the packs) like it’s
Prozac Prozac Prozac Prozac he tells me about nights he OD’d on
smack on smack on smack on smack shadow arms blue with tracts how the world
went tar black on black on black on black electric between us cardiac cardiac
cardiac cardiac his lashes lacey blonde my hair dyed witch black on
black on black on black
Later my apartment surrounded by paperbacks paperbacks tongue in my mouth he pulls
back pulls back pulls back pulls back grinding the headboard I claw his
slate back slate back slate back slate back his thumb on my lips
in my mouth and my heart beats heavy black on black on black on black
like a key strokes a latch
a latch a latch a latch eat me Zombie black on black
on black on black he cums like a gun kicks back kicks back kicks back
kicks back his cries white in the gravel black don’t hold back hold back
hold back hold back every muscle tenses then relax relax relax relax
I feed him my lemon cake first sweet then sour then the sweet comes back
comes back comes back comes back when he leaves sober silence in my
mind I play it back flashback flashback flashback flashback The morning
after I put on goth black on black on black on black like we never met go back
go back go back go back
Ashes to ashes black to black
rot black on black thought black hot black
