Posts by Emmie Rae

three poems

osaka.

the love hotel will always be something.

whatever costume you want me in, order it in,

ill barely move. I’ll dip my fingers in bath water

lazily feeling fucked and not that horny.

when you go to the plastic bag of beers

for the sixth time, you’ll say something about my

breasts and how they do not fill up that dress

you like and you’ll be talking and you’ll be talking

and you’ll be talking or something.

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