Impossible Déjà Vu
for jules
I suffer at your hands
and their absence. I think or dream often
of opening my sternum, chronically
flushed like a little v of your skin, unzippered.
I touch your chin, with my paraphilia,
I’m sorry for that, I just have a kink
for the beams of light rooted in your scalp,
and for the sounds I might make rooted
in your backyard, your backyard is my kink
or being buried, and also everything.
really, I am just a dog, buzzing with delight
until the death of my vibe, until I realize
it is my own hand buried between my legs
and I can’t bring myself to beg you
to kill me in the ways I want, and I do.
Bunny/Teddy Morris is an MFA candidate in poetry at LSU. He is a trans/queer multimedia artist born and raised in Louisville, Kentucky. Its work revolves around disability, gender, and the erotic interactions between pain and pleasure. His recent work can be found in SELFFUCK Magazine, Lavender Lime Literary, and Anti-Heroin Chic. If you’re interested in reading about sex work and fish, check out his chapbook A Performance of My Ecstasy (Gap Riot Press, 2020). His other work can be found at https://bunnymorris.wixsite.com/poetry.
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