rage for//against the junk machine by kristen brida

dumdum lollipops globbed w/ rotgut
            melt them w/ yr daddy tongue
 
spread them out
            glassblow them &
 
I will shape them 4 u:
            pearled skull vinyl cherry
 
candied aorta glossed w/
            bite marks & thumbprints/englobed in yr glitter
 
do u remember when I dreamt
            yr cock was a flower & it blossomed
 
into an asshole & then I woke up
            & yr hand was in my mouth
 
u liked it so did I which was why
            I started crying
 
when u talk yr mouth becomes
            a froth I wanna swallow
 
swerve it around my mouth
            & spit it on yr eye
 
I will put my mouth on everything u make
            if it means u won’t talk 2 me
 
what I meant 2 say was
            party party all the time

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Kristen Brida's work has appeared in or is forthcoming in Hobart, Bone Bouquet, REALITY BEACH, Whiskey Island, and elsewhere. She's currently the assistant editor for So to Speak, a feminist literary journal. She tweets @kissthebrida.