2 hours ago
Prayer with Casual Sex
Around West Hollywood, a girl can pay
ten dollars for a donut now. The gays
own everything out here: even the holes
get glazed with flower petals, edibles
of strains with names like Jizz or Cheetah Piss—
I can't live like this anymore. Today
a piece of trash wolf-whistled at my ass,
I bent over to pick it up. They say
it all works out, but I still sleep alone,
Sunday still ends with “Why?” I haven't seen
the inside of a gym or twink in weeks
and not for nothing, but my landlord's growing
overly familiar, calls me “babe”
like only Jesus needs to know my name.
Around West Hollywood, a girl can pay
ten dollars for a donut now. The gays
own everything out here: even the holes
get glazed with flower petals, edibles
of strains with names like Jizz or Cheetah Piss—
I can't live like this anymore. Today
a piece of trash wolf-whistled at my ass,
I bent over to pick it up. They say
it all works out, but I still sleep alone,
Sunday still ends with “Why?” I haven't seen
the inside of a gym or twink in weeks
and not for nothing, but my landlord's growing
overly familiar, calls me “babe”
like only Jesus needs to know my name.