Excitement Mark

"Turn it off" he says. 

"Go for a jog!" 

Punishment or pleasure?

Either way, 

it will slosh and shake up

the little devils 

with matching pitchforks 

inside my head

just like the Titanic! 

I sleep in a bed of unmade art. 

I sleep in a bed of unfucked. 

A Tombow pokes my lower back. 

Encourages prayers I haven't recited 

since I was three years old in bed 

with my mom and little sister. 

He wouldn't fuck with me while I slept. 

At worst; a cartoon unibrow and black pocks?

I would wake up if he started fucking me... 

a haunted sleepover story that could never be mine! 

I'm too old to be fucked with like that anyway. 

I'm the hero in this story anyhow. 

An aged Debbie Harry in a hotel room. 

My rescued, stripper girlfriend on the back of my bike. 

Sunsets and freedom from all misogyny at last!