Rachael Crosbie
A HYMN FOR AFTER HOURS IN THE CHURCH PARKING LOT
||: headlights glazed with creamsicle glow :|| | spit on my sweetstained skin as he thumbs | pop
rocks on my throbbing tongue & from | the throat phlegm blows like a bubble wand | as i suck him clean delicately for a delicacy | he wants me to look up open-mouthed | & begging for his kisses fluid with pennies iron blood | until it’s communion and he consumes | my body | & fingers the sign of the cross with lube from a pocket-sized white bottle | ||: & my flesh beats on & on while midnight :|| ||: glosses from floodlights loud in unison :|| | a summoning that wounds to bone | woozysick i pry the skin from my lips | ||: for the body belongs to me for the body :|| ||: belongs to dizzying dark and the way :|| ||: it can save me :||
||: headlights glazed with creamsicle glow :|| ||: & my flesh beats on & on while midnight :|| ||:
glosses from floodlights loud in unison :|| ||: for the body belongs to me for the body :|| ||: belongs
to dizzying dark and the way :|| ||: it can save me :||
Rachael Crosbie (they/them) is writing poems about their cat, Cosmo. Rachael has multiple poetry chapbooks: Trick Mirror or Your Computer Screen, MIXTAPES, and Peanut [the cat] auditions as Courage [...from Courage the Cowardly Dog] are a few of them. To purchase their books or send them a tip, check out https://ko-fi.com/rachaelcrosbiepoet/shop. Otherwise, you can find them on Twitter @rachaelapoet posting about squishmallows, She-Ra and The Princesses of Power, and Charli XCX.