Proof
I stalk the city looking for sex
It's everywhere
I can't find it
It's always just left the room
the scent of cum and lube
tease me, I breathe
in deeply but absorb nothing.
I stare at crotches
as if the secret were there,
a treasure map,
X marks the spot.
I should be looking at heads.
I overhear conversations
listen to Prince and
learn nothing.
And stare jealously at children,
those living, breathing
testimonies to other people's fucking.
Barrier
It's not a good time.
Thin, clear
hard rubber
reservoir
It worked, thank Christ.
But I don't want
to be protected
from you.
