orgies during a pandemic
they’re having/orgies/during a pandemic, and i’m mad because i’m//manning the door. bitter, not recognizing//how abandonment can be holy/cringing at wet bodies and folds/like it’s someone else’s fault//that im at the door? no, i can be right, or i can have/fun. i can be the martyr//or i can live how i would like//maybe i’m just mad/because i can imagine my own suffering/with more ease/than my own pleasure//because i can imagine myself sick and dying/but i can’t imagine/feeling good//because when i think of shackles//i think of the wrong/type of bondage.