Sara the Sex Surrogate
Please come in
Sit Your Ass Down
I haven’t vacummed, I have no dinner cooked and my kitchen is as cold as your hands.
But the incense is burning and there might be a candle around here somewhere.
They call me Sara the Sex Surrogate. You saw me at a party with too much hairspray in my hair and now you think I am some wild thing, something you should chase.
So please come in.
I got oils and crystals
Lube and Dildos
Chokes and Chains
Flesh in Orifices
Elbows in Armpits
Toe and Nails
I scratch but bitch you bruise and tomorrow I will be feeling my body in a whole new way.
But I will only let you in so deep
Only let you take me so high.
The gate is open but the door is closed.
We talk about your mother and your obsession with rockets
I tell you about my father and legal husband.
At one point I accidentally step on your balls
But you take it with grace and leave with a smile
And I stay in the sweat stained sheets
I hope you have fun with your power point project
It is best to say “I’ll just love you for the night”
But my womb is still bruised and my body can still feel you.
Like a fish with a hook in it’s belly.
But that is tomorrow.
For tonight you are the boy with his hand up my skirt
My bra downt o my hips
In this damp staircase
All breath and touch
I expand out to the moon.
Let the hooks sink tomorrow.