showerhead

tampon

hairbrush

old coke bottle...

or was it rootbeer, or maybe

cream soda

$1 plastic toothbrush holders

electric toothbrushes

so many toothbrushes…

the unused lint roller

handle had a nice shape,

yet an inescapable coldness

I would say my pointer finger,

but my middle is what really gave a boost

to the finish line

I’d like to think I was the one.

That’s far better than crying

Over someone who’s long gone.

A selfish child who took something

That they can never return.

I didn't caress his smouldering form -

I sucked his dick. 

In the corner stall of the men's toilet

Quickly, before the bus leaves

a quick series of transactions

crouching, unzipping, squinting, grabbing

my back pressed against the plastic wall

my mind more occupied with the lack of hygiene

than the motion of his sinking underwear.

It ended, and I asked him if he had a mint.

He said no.

Neither did we make love for the first time -

we had sex.

In his bedroom

Slowly, because his parents were away

a quick series of apologies

for the bed, the laundry, the heat

before he mounted me

leg pressing into leg

arms sliding in uncomfortable positions 

chest heaving up and down

Anatomy. Nothing but anatomy. 

We disposed of the formality of foreplay;

went straight for the kill.

He fumbled, I winced, he apologized, I sighed

He found what he was looking for and

latched on.

Anatomy. Nothing but anatomy. 

I stared at the glow-in-the-dark planets on his ceiling

and wondered when they had stopped glowing.

It ended, and I asked him if he would have my children.

He said no.