The way it feels to break in
new shoes, blistered and
shaking. “I like the way your
pussy tastes.” All you want is
for a house to become a home.
To break down the barriers, to
rip off our eyelids so everyone
can only see our souls. That
touch – soft fingertips grazing
the back of my thigh. Intention,
real intention; hurling ball into
mitt. Beer bottle crashing into
soft flesh, skull protected, but
confusion. Pinch yourself.