Peterson Toscano's A Musing

Upon Reading Meridian

I shoo off your advances.
I whore around so you cannot keep me as your wife,
But when we marry, I freeze,
stitch up my pussy,
and drive you to fill other holes.

I fill my own hole
with shadows of lovers
who shape my insides, but never settle.

I keep the walls too slick
for colonization.

posted by Peterson Toscano @ 2:29 PM