we could have our first kiss in a campus bathroom
tax-payer coat hook heavy with two bags
you could eat honeydew candy on my floor
while i write you mediocre verse
about princesses taking knives to the chest
but that’s not how this works
i lost the multiversal lottery
and so we talk about how you can’t talk to girls
maybe in another universe you heel-turn
and learn to talk to boys instead
maybe in another universe i am just desperate enough
to let you moan a girl’s name into my neck
just numb enough to
let you spit your crunched-up candy into my mouth
and ignore the cuts the shards leave in my cheek
in another universe
i have a man who will look me in the eye
and fucks me good when i ask him nicely
but in this universe i would cry if you asked to see my body
and proceed to give you a saviour complex
instead of the handjob you so badly wanted
maybe in every other universe i am your woman
and i wear pink lululemons
i’ll let you complain about condoms
and lover-girl stare you to death
in this universe, that thought invites too much action if left to linger
and i refuse to mutilate myself into a form that you will fuck
