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...