i am wet so slippery wet a trail of want 
    creeps down my thigh poor me i sigh 
    and cry oh why is it all wasted on my skin 
    i want you in my need should clothe 
    your naked head my single bed should 
    creak and sway i want my way have hard 
    meet soft so i get off my nipples twisting 
    in your grip and in you'll slip your cock crows 
    morning little warning then i'm wet so slippery wet 
    your trail of want slides down my thigh and i reach 
    down to rub into my soft sleek skin and then again 

    i'll grasp you thick and make you prick ballooning 
    want ballooning need meld hands to hips and neck 

    to lips my fingertips are stretched to heaven til i'm 
    wet so slippery wet 
 

my oma had a stroke today 

    every three months i get a letter 
    on tissue thin blue paper written 
    in handwriting that i can barely make out 
    but in everyone i can find the phrases 

         i hope you find a good man 

    and 

         thank god you have a good job 

    and i'm glad that she doesn't know that 
    the company i work for is going under 

    and i'm sad that we fell in love 
    and i'm sad that we didn't 
    because i'd like her to die thinking 

    i was happy 
 
 

bendo 

    i read these books once about the people 
    they were from another planet but 
    they looked just like us only they could 
    telepathize each other and plait the light 
    of the sun and moon into beautiful patterns 
    that could also lift things but their world died 
    so they all came here to live. 

    there was one story about a group of them 
    that got separated from the rest. they had 
    their own town 

    bendo 

    and everyone in that town wore heavy black 
    shoes and everyone walked dragging their 
    feet because they were afraid they might forget 

    and lift. fly. 

    and then someone would see them and then 
    well you know, we'd kill 'em cuz humans are like 
    that 

    and sometimes i think that i was born with those 
    shoes on my feet somehow welded to the earth 
    because even though i know i can fly 

    i never do. 

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