on a softer note

reworked version of "the orthodontist"

i'm drunk and i want to fuck 
a 40 year old small time theorist
renowned for erotic piety. 
i want to know how
theological young pussy is. 
to god and to you
what my youth is worth

adolescent desperation
my underdeveloped throat
what if i want you
to want my 20 year old masses
under this green cashmere.

finding me as a rotting dog
fucking me like i’ve never 
been bought. fucking me 
like you’re going to find god
in this disparaged canal

i know you love me 
because you understand 
my potential for exploitation.
you don’t deny me 
my disturbed truth.

what if i want to be
that new pretty young thing,
that new miserable thing,
a dream without expiration