March 21, 2011

traces by Khalym Kari Burke-Thomas

when i grew tired smelling the pits
of your soiled Arsenal shirt & the must
of your unwashed cleats i was like fuck it
& scoured the trash for the condom you wore
the last night we had sex / put it in my mouth
      sucked all i could of you out of it


Carolyn DeCarlo said...

holeyyy moleyyyy. shit's out of control.

Jess said...

i feel so sick
thank you

Stacey said...

seems legit

Ras. said...

you so nasty.