ANNIE BRECHIN
#fuckyourdatingapps
A man who'll feed me wine straight from his mouth
that's what I want. Fuck your dating apps
your Tinders, Bumbles and Happns
fuck these endless robotic profiles
"I like travelling sports and good food" who doesn't
fuck them and not in the good way
I do not want someone who's "just a regular guy
looking for his partner in crime" when he's never
approached anything criminal especially not
carpark sex on a Sunday night
A man with tarmac burns scarring his knees
that's what I want, a man who knows where to bite
so it stays ripe for days, who'll lick
my armpit slurping in my scent
A man who isn't afraid to use two dildos at once
that's what I want, who checks at every step
are you ok? while taking me apart
A man who asks me what I want
and if I answer, to drown in pleasure
shipwrecks me every time.
Revenge
You are writing a script and you worry
you have put too much of real life in it.
Then you think, whatever, he deserves it, the asshole.
He is the type that is too proud to sue.
Outside is too hot to think and inside
you are sleepy with lack of sex.
What you need is not coffee but love
to jolt you into being but that's a hard row
to hoe, the relying on other people.
On the assholes. Get back to work darling,
go build a temple on the ruins of his reputation.
Morning After
A crow is cawing outside and in the bed
someone is laughing.
We tell ourselves it is just sex
so we can fill our bodies to the brim.
Come round tonight?
Flipping the coin until we get the right answer.
It is our arms that betray us,
heavy as brass until the letting go.