Wanting

I want you harder than the way I slam my socked feet into the kitchen floor 

Pounding my love into your oblivious eyelids

I want you harder when the plastic nails of those plastic lovers fail to decompose

And I stand in their wasteland, counting the minutes it takes for their love to rot

Waiting 

And I want you harder

When I think about the way you are gracing our earthly mother with your barefeet 

and those bathtub blessed paperbacks that I lent you 

Because I thought I was too stupid to read them. 

I thought Thoreau was too far into your head to take time for mine

And I want you harder

Because you sling Plato’s Republic beside your hammer when you build the square houses

for our square world 

That I know you hate.

I want you harder when I think 

Of showers with an endless supply of hot water

And a disintegrating supply of nakedness

Still I want you harder

I want a body

harder

To make my body feel like maybe it can cause any other fucking emotion than despair

Because I want to live outside of these placebo nursed tumors 

I want you harder

To have a blood flooded body beside me 

Symbiotic solitude 

So that there is no negative space between these floral sheets

That are made in factories by 

Chinese children 

Who are skinny but not alone?

Art by Abby Sparling

Because they have bodies beside them 

When they are crammed into their putrid shacks

for hours in their own shit

Because of the square houses that you build

And the books I give away

Because I’m too stupid to read them 

And I want you harder.