I want you to come to me

I want you to kiss me, disgustingly

I want you to wound me with precision

I want you to wet me through

I want you to crawl inside the holes that they left in me

I want you to fuck me in the places where they hurt me, start gently

I want you to dig in my worry for the pleasure-body

I want you to touch what I’m afraid of

I want you to justify the hype

I want you to screw up the years like a utility bill and then throw it away

I want you to take me as a woman, as a man, as a “vehicle for change”

I want you to reinstate the capacity for dreaming in me, and love it

I want you to know the trauma-body

I want you to pick it up like a stray fawn, put it to bed, feed it clover

I want you to push me through the mattress, through the floorboards and the concrete, through

the soil, the earth’s crust, the lava, through the gates, the regret, the damnation, through the

burning, to the core, to the core, to the core