issue 4

october 2016

issue 4 - october 2016

The Worst of One Another - Henry Lee

You remind me of someone I loved
And you fuck like them

Alone tastes like your perfume
          Wrapped around the shaft
          of tongue marked absence

                                                                      I feel eight below
                                                                      Four times a night

                                                                                                 You boys are good for one thing
                                                                                                 A southern heartbeat

               full of cum

                                      Jokes and high fives
                                      You're in the clear
                                                 You still get laid
                                                 And you don't have to deal with her bullshit

Kept at cunt's length
A top draw vibrator
with an ash tray heart

          The wedding band makes for
                                a short leash

                                                         Every nineteen year old dreams of being fuck zoned
                                                                      there's nothing so awful as a friend

                    Rubbed into a dressing table
                    My grandfather the rosewood king
                    You weigh more than I ever could

Sift through
the remnants of a pelvis
lined with
dead letter lips
A circus of bite marks

                                                                                                 Hold down your no's
                                                                                                 I refuse to be
                                                                                                 A woman's wound

It's not rape if you push back
          Not when you're on top
          Not when you text me first
          Not when it's once a week

                                         You can't be raped in love
                                         Get off me and hold me

                                                                                                 You are penance
                                                                                                 And I the briquette
                                                                                                 smothered through
                                                                                                 your sundress

After all
I deserve this
I once did this to someone else

And she fucked just like you
Cuts and all.

Contributor's Note

Henry Lee is an unpleasant person who staggers into his writing every morning drunk on lethargy and wine.


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