just south of simmering
I don’t know what
ever attracts
me to boys
or men
however you perceive them
I don’t know why
I sometimes feel
boiled blood
somewhere south
of my chest
I’m not sure where
I’ve ever been
inside the sky
but that’s sure
where I am
when your mdma
kicks in
and I sink back
down
to the ground
when I stop moaning
into your pillow