Liminal Space & You Enter Me Anyways:

by Greg McCarthy

I release a swarm of wasps
& name each one after things you told me 
that made me, even though I didn’t want to,
put your cock in my throat

You asked if you could fuck me
so I coughed up my lung
& hung it on the lamp

You took it home with you,
even though I wasn’t offering

In the aftermath, 
I kneel under the shower 
& hold my eyes open
because I need to remember
the way this looked

I tell you that I am a liminal space
& you enter me anyways

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