i am needy & do not know what i’m going to do about it

by Maggie Tirrell

i have low self-esteem so you can fuck me— anytime, anyplace

let my pale/frail, pale/frail, pale/frail as fuck body take you in and throw you up in the morning, let so much happen because so much is always happening and you’re never around for it

when you first said the word ‘sex’ to me, i was drunk and filling up on your compliments and uppers. you said the word ‘sex’ and i repeated it and you said ‘when?’ and i said ‘oh god soon’ and you better believe i did mean soon. how’s next thursday? no monday, no tomorrow. come over. come over. come on top of me. this is vile. i am vile.

you are hot and probably into different stuff than me. i am hideously grotesque and into weird stuff. i want to sit on the hood of an el camino with you while you rub my temples. rub more than my temples. but please start with my temples.

i have so much confidence so you can fuck me— anytime, anyplace

let my defined soft body engulf you lovingly and hotly as the sun comes up and your neighbor’s outdoor shower starts, let nothing happen because we both need a break

when you first said the words ‘i don’t know what you’re looking for’ to me, i was happy and unaffected. you said the words ‘i don’t know what you’re looking for’ and i thought but never said ‘whatever you are, i just want to have you in some form’ and i had you in some form and i was happy and partially unaffected and i will take you in any form you present yourself to me for as long as you give me attention and touch my collarbone in the rain.

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