sterling-elizabeth arcadia

love poem dragging a poet who doesnt deserve it

for Woody Woodger

did i ruin my relationship w my tattooer by kissing his gf in front of him last night
did i ruin my body by making it trans
can you ruin a book for yourself by reading it [to the end | all the way through]
(did i ruin [...] ) (did i ruin [...] myself)

maybe

when i woke up i wished i wasnt
here and so i read half of aeon ginsbergs greyhound so

see something OR say something

ill say something

ill tell you that there was a poem
i wanted to read you
but it wrested its leash away from me
(took [itself out of my hands | itself from my hand])

as for the seers, who can say

gorgeous gorgeous goose
lets do the shit out of this thing

i got into birdwatching when i was in rehab
but is my favorite poet a little bit of a fascist
or [have you been cancelled too | was it just me]

i dont think it matters

even though my gender is a little flip-top on a hollow bottle –
i want you to open me on the edge of a counter like a crown cap

will you ruin my gender with your body
will you ruin my gender with your body