i was looking for a scratchy voice mufucka
to come take me down nice like the brothas
in the movie that go uhhh and gush and stay
long enough to see the sun crest across the
window to heat up that place stained by
sweat and nasty loving.
you got a throat like jesus and a backside
i could fall into. you got that one tooth that
been there since birth that could really tell
me some shit but i don't want to know, only
want to feel what your sweat plus my sweat
could make together.
no communion no babies no hugs no laughs
just real gross mufucka get sick wit it mufucka
shut up mufucka just hold me mufucka stick
it in mufucka shh shh me mufucka real soft
stroke my face mufucka aww dammit mufucka
i love you mufucka.
Lauren Michele Jackson was raised in Batavia, Illinois and currently lives in Chicago. She is a PhD candidate in English at the University of Chicago and contributing editor at The New Inquiry. Her work has appeared in or is forthcoming from The Atlantic, Hayden's Ferry Review, The Journal, The Point, and Spoon River Poetry Review, among other places. She tweets for culture @proseb4bros.