Every Rib You Eat is A Consequence
google search "latex forearm"
google search "the soft vulnerable part"
every poem I write is actually a better subtweet
than maybe anything I would actually subtweet
And every subtweet is just like me
wanting you to give me all of your attention
until I feel 100% validated
I mostly just want people to think the rib sauce
I spilled on my bed is my blood or something cool
But It is just dried rib sauce in my sheets
Florida is Mostly Jello
pythons are infesting the everglades
I say "I am going to masturbate when you leave"
I lay in your bed and pretend I am not anywhere
I am letting the idea of you sit on my face
the fuck when
you writhe in tension with someone
I heard one time that a python killed the neighbor's puppy
Later that night you pretend to be a python
you wrap around me tightly
you can get wet from constriction
I am going to let you kill me ok?
She likes to slide down slowly
with "goddess" tramp stamping
A lobbyist calls me Venus, an image that doesn't exist
my small tan body floated face down in the ocean
I can count the pretty white shells
in the future you will collect them
and find my Mexican carcass by mistake
men make paintings about women in white shells
I bleach my hair and know esperanza is crying
a cheap imitation but a "good try" nonetheless
Maya Martinez is a bitter side chick who grew up in the middle of nowhere Florida.