LGBTQ+ Poem: Bareback, by Luis Lopez-Maldonado

Bitch.
Dear bitch,

Writing a letter
To you is like
Writing a letter to the
Dead, rancheras y corridos de narcos
Blast behind me, & in the garage
My red Jeep roars w/ frustration menstruation penetration
& I still cum back fingering my Android waiting for your reply,
But who the hell knows where your ass is, where you bleed as you are torn open
Like an orange for tongues to devour you, bitch, this much is true:
To me, you are the beaming moon the fluttering monarcas
Who migrate towards the sun towards nirvana,
To me, you are a pink piñata filled w/ sweets
Egg & nopalitos wrapped in a flour tortilla,
To me, you see, you aren’t invisible
Ask me anything & I will
Answer: Above the ceiling
The sound of 100
Black wings, sing.

Dear love,
Amor.

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