Chaste Duplex Caught Between a Lie and the Food
“i got fat bitch pussy, cause fat bitches got the warmest pussies. that's what i got.” -cardi b.
i pray to prevent our bed becoming a resting place,
i heave—sweat, pant, run so she finds me attractive.
i heave—sweat, pant, cum, and she finds it attractive
despite the hunger in my throat. all i do is eat.
my throat despising the hunger, all i do is eat her—
ask my lover to sit on my face, to smother my breath.
lazy, i ask my lover to smother my face, my breath,
i feast on my back, on sweet whispered vulgarities.
i feast on my back, my body, a sweet vulgarity.
she is naked and dangerous— and i, a fat song.
i, a dangerous naked truth, fat slung over.
i fabricate exhaustion to avoid my lover, i am sure.
i avoid, i fabricate exhaustion. my lover is unsure—
our preyed upon bed, our dark restless place.
