
Crystal by Timothy Robbins
after hours of cock-sucking my lips feel like glass two shards of broken bottle dangerous till tides sand their jagged edges I have Superman’s ears I can hear weeds outside the window swaying like legs in the air brushing against cinderblock instead of time I have changes in the light on his skin I slide from his thighs crawl to the coffee table and scribble: … Continue reading Crystal by Timothy Robbins