Centurian (2023)

Your figure settles around me
lizard eyes adjusting to the light

There’s lube by the pocketful
conjuring something impossible
like a ghost in the corner of the cubicle
singing Taylor Swift

—seems a little earnest to me (at the time)

So I squirrel those feelings away for later
as blood rushes into my cheeks
obscured and drenched in red light

            a cacophony of pink liquid
            across my lips
            and some over leather

“Thank you”—I always find this weird

            but I say it back

Featured photo courtesy of author via Centurian Sauna.


In a dream, you saw a way to survive, and you were filled with joy.


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