This poem is inspired by a few words that my friend Katie loves and a few words that she hates. It’s reaaally creepy; but read it and try to guess which words are which.
Photo from Victor Soares
Sorry, Katie. by Jemar Souza
Katie,
I have bulbous thoughts,
Brewing from my beam:
To dabble your moist panties
And ravish your cunt cream.
To penetrate your pumpkin,
Erroneous but free.
Do I court or curdle?
Don’t fear my heinous dreams.
—-
Previously: Questions For Amber
