He said, “I never want to pull out of you”
and I think I fell in love. What a fucked up thing to do.
And this wasn’t supposed to be a fucked up poem
but it’s turning into a fucked up poem
because I haven’t been able to cum in three years
without thinking of his hips sliding into mine: like first base,
like second base, like third base,
— “The Most Magnificent Pastime” Trista Mateer