i could so effectively erase
every aspect of my presence
non-tactile and undrinkable
without giving notice
always a warm bed waiting
arms to grasp &
lungs to gasp
hair tangled from
correspondence made flesh
angel singing
i am the only one now
i am the only one now
i am the only one now
i am the only one now
none of this makes sense
even my fingernails are exhausted
too tired to untangle the knots
this guy fucks
this guy loves
this guy delivers
this boy is exhausted
this girl fails
i have poured from a dry cup
& less willingly
water has more value
at heights such as these
if femininity is emptiness
i have finally become
a woman
mattress dungeon 