This one boy
like the centipedes I trapped
in tupperware containers as a child,
I’d furnish them with leaves & twigs
but they’d seize up
& I’d find them hollowed out
~ musky death ~
it tugs my nostril hair
like dried sweat
it’s the way boys on SSRIs smell
your body makes a nest of blood
rich in nutrients.
your body makes a nest of blood.
blood. love stinks.
he asked me to ‘check’
he pulled out but isn’t sure
like I can spot all our microscopic
beads of babies
between my legs
when I drink water while peeing
I feel like a silly straw.
Another boy, D. smells like warm Nutella or
the bubbles of fat in continental salami
with dusky after dinner breath
& he tastes like sugar
we swap pinches of saliva
we’re pulling taffy
with small kisses
like rubbing your fingertips together