SEXTING CIS MEN ON GRINDR WHILE DRIVING BACK FROM BALTIMORE ON THE PENNSYLVANIA TURNPIKE, ON THE OHIO TURNPIKE, WHILE WORKING IN BED IN FERNDALE, MICHIGAN
Hey there, gangrene
tangerine handkerchief
handsome!
Great ass
sets stare ages
You’re so
roving wicket
Wi-Fi because
welcome
I’m so
horny
lovely lady
limos lotions
lumps
in the wish
on the road
Wanna
seal pizza
spill puns
swap pics? I’d
live to easy
love to eat that
bed bed
breed that
pussy with my
Yes yes
you have
my persimmon
It’s OK I’ll kum-
quat survive
suffice Currently
livid lucid licing
living in
Wish I could stop
but I’ve gotta
get back
to Door to the Detour
area Desolation Styrofoam
DETROIT
Detroit
That’s precedent
Also version
Could be a destination, but idk
We’re open Monday
torture they’d
tooth thrifty
thrush thrush
through Friday
Feeling pretty naughty
on the cock
I mean clock clock clock clock clock clock clock
I was periwinkle
of curse until
the bigger buyer butter
bye bye
bitter end
There were some
quaint quotations
questions I Braved
I meant to
ask the man
them before when
u u u umm
you know when I
when I once
was once when
then when I was
I was
I have been
when I was one
MAKING DO
How you have to
do with what’s
on hand—HOLD FAST
knuck tatts—handy—
unused bolts of
fabric lengths of trimming
looped—what’s loping
through you
lopped what’s handed
down or near
to hand to grab
to turn—
salt packets dropped
in parking spots
white enameled tin
tub topped w/
red—advantagely to take
with forgiveness without
permission with permission
if applicable
on occasion—
against the molding damp
Pillows in circles
pink with white
flowers for color
the suggestion of comfort
against such dreary
days dimmed to a haze
better than no money
cannot buy not a large
pebble probably problem but a nigh
nickel niggle worm
with want with why
can’t I own any
more—yes sappy car,
four rusty doors—than a weird
wow willow wired
word, than a word
which cannot be
can’t be owned no not—
communism of language
communism of song
common/collective trust
fund of font of
phoneme morph
eenie meenie miney
how now brown—
how you cannot manage
how now brown to own
to more than hold
loosely a while a rope
pulls bends verbs
burns is how
is true of how
any thing is true
of all things
owned an interval inky only
a time is true
of time is
true of true
yet still such
circumstance such
circumference as is as-is
constrains restrains or can
or can instead in
steadfast feat fling freshly—
sheath of the given
giving form, fleshy—
an energy wrapped
encased in impermeable
membrane for flow
for flow to flow
so much faster now
ESTROGEN DIARY
Sure she is
fine less
incorrect
every day
thanks for
asking She
made her
tits grow
tender nipples clarify
in t-shirt material
skin soften open
nightly blooming
in brimming over with
cool wet
sticky sweet
satiny light
She wore blue
velvet she
took blue velvet off
grew blueblack nightly
pulling on the dress
stretched over
“If I had been
wearing it I should
never have
stammered or
been stupid”
hemmed by organza
to manipulate the tissue
She was
sheathed in
draped with
blue denim blue
denim reversed
winglike pinching
upper arms
She bubbled up
champagnelike
lucent with it sticky
sweet satin light
nightly in the manner
of a lush lushly
proceeding
to manipulate
bluer than blue
velvet she wore
Cameron McLeod Martin
Cameron McLeod Martin is a poet and essayist exploring sensation, texture, excess, fluid(ity), sonic rupture/rapture, and how it's all gendered, and how it's all embodied. They prefer to layabout but have to have a job, and so much can be learned from that tension and all the others. Their work has appeared in FENCE, Afternoon Visitor, Coma, The Colby Review, Black Warrior Review, Keith LLC, and elsewhere. They hold an MFA from the University of Idaho and they currently live and work in Metro Detroit.