from long life hotel

well, it finally happened

scientists concluded that the universe shouldn’t exist and i
masturbated with a carrot.
twin yolks three days in a row.

i let myself bleed in public, let the blood run down my leg the whole
train ride home and no one knew i was composing an ode
to how powerful i felt, how safe in my goriness, which i thought no one would want to touch. how i came, after the shame, to relish
the hot glide between my thighs.
so what if my pants were ruined.
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