Bae, baby, babe You creed and my steed, wearing bloodied organs on your sleeve. As if I could do more than adore in the dark As if the physics in our physical weren’t pure bionic spark. I’m standing stark Naked. & I didn’t fake it This bed?— don’t make it. Because now when I get a sore from my shoe - I'm stuck thinking of you down in the muck, and the uck, and the goo... I love, eww...
Where conspiracy theories meet feminist theories. (And sometimes there's poems).