pink like a spot

of creamy toothpaste

this week’s discharge

on the paper in my hands

in my hands, in my

hands – a week

ago my thoughts were spun

of the same

silk each – runny syllable

extensions

beady threads of

prefix, precum

ovulation ruckus

milky way

a pink weak and soft

spot on the inside I

regained my plank to

put across the fever

pit and shield my

soles from the licking

flames

everytime nobody is

thinking of me

I take a secret break