hardcore porn
by jc bouchard

the blooms under
your arms
keep you up

but i can see them
dying scourges of

pollen cocking
their guns again

to which

plumes of pedals
push you up

over the ceiling

it’ll take me
forever to

wipe clean the yellow
from your lips

we deep kiss
the nectar

to each others
mouths

like hardcore porn

where the ceiling
replaces the sky

your cankers taste
like menstrual blood

the blooms are
buckling pillars

but my hands
under the small

of your back
have a million

fingers for you
to suck on