Poems from D.B. Richardson

I wear my hair up the day after And a low, sweeping shirt collar I make no attempts to conceal your marks on my neck If you're embarrassed...
I'm looking for a love with no strings attached  No love at all  Just the push and pull of need and want  Two bodies filling empty spaces ...
I'm pacing in a public hallway And the people staring at me need to- Mind their business    I'm waiting for you to text me back I sound...
My gender is a writhing thing in the corner    I poke it with a stick every so often to see how it will move.   My sex is a warm pink alien...