Troubling Awareness

Her tattoos tasted of fresh ink

and she said my semen tasted of stale cigarettes. 

She used to whisper in her sleep. I would press my ear 

against her heaving chest, while she told me things

she normally wouldn't have. 

Reviews

[Leap]

I think I'm reading these from last to first, but once again...f****n' brilliant. These first two lines seem so new to me while they also feel a little familiar. It's simplicity kills me.

[Pen Draggin']

Gah, f*****g love it! People don't use the word semen enough, I really want to now. The first line is amazing and kind of makes me horny. I absolutely adore the way the last half fits together so well. Talent!

[Brittany]

This is down-and-out, gritty, and brutally honest ( 'brutal truthism' ?). The characters seem blunt yet vulnerable. Reminds me of a few people I know... Brilliant. You have such a way of saying so much by saying so little.

[Gandré]

well, this poem imparts avidity for life and I feel like listening to those voices, silently stealing your soul..

[jenniewren (J.W. Bouwma..]

god this is beyond REAL.
i feel like a voyeur and a participant all in one.
which is a squidgy uncomfortable feeling.. i love it