letter of consent

i don't miss you

you were not convenient

the mess you made of all my underpants,
skirts, jeans,

turning me into a wave
itself smashing on a cliff reaching up and up

a mindless pleasure thing.


there is more to me than just
writhing  twisting  against your thing
violent shaking like i wanted to get set free

but backing back up, on it hard again.
and you were laughing

like it wasn't wrong.


next time just take all of it,
hold it up and ram it in, don't save it
nor stop yourself,

just take your pleasure
just make me
just make me
take your pleasure.



i don't need you--i don't
miss you.

you were inconvenient.  i was in order, my mind
inviolate.  now i  am
anything
you want

anything
you want

oh god
anything