Fuck Stuck

By Naomi Morris

Do I fuck you or hate you?

It feels wrong in every limb

But I do it anyway

’Cause it feels right when you’re in.

Your generosity is perverse

And confined to your bed

The only thing you’ve given me freely

Is head.

White Boots, 2014 by Rachel Louise Hodgson

Copyright Credit: NOTE: This poem is part of “Pethetic Little Thing,” curated by Tavi Gevinson. Read the rest of the portfolio in Poetry’s July/August 2015 issue.

Source: Poetry (July/August 2015)