verse one

you a model

you a georgia state juice fruit,
you a braid of hair and skin
scant, a right angle show of teeth,
a gold headed party drunk
with almond eyes and stretched limb

you a marvin’s room

you a long haired prom queen gone
bad bitch superlative
you a toronto skyline,
a basement floor,
you a home and whole and here
 

verse two

you a wet crevice, an honest voicemail

you a bouquet of orchid,
a gargle of bedroom lace
you an offering of breast
as tithe, as late bait, as honorarium
for aint shit niggas

you pretty

enough for blossom and blood rush
and a text back, for carved carnage
you as supple as supple becomes
you a corpulent mouth painted sangria,
soft matte and agape as if to say

         this is the hook

stick your fist(s) inside of me
starfish your fingers between my jaw and roof
to shatter hard palate, to make me million
come coral through sea wall and wave
come clementine and tie tonguing
cherry stem in the soft
flesh flash of brown

verse three

you the midnight wan

of mid-twenty somethings who still fuck
their dealers for dime bags
who still make songs for empty fathers
and unmade graves and cancer bruises
and sister’s missing babies

you the gold headed girl without a ride home

he the human with the high top fade
and “new phone, who this” smile
y’all the eighth of something
you can't smoke to coax
the coyote out of its den

to get it to wrap its teeth
around your neck