The mouth opens like it’s just blunt entry.
I want to have sex with what I want to become, says the poet.
I think I should feel very broken down, very rotten. But I am open like the hull of a
ship with stairs ascending. When I see a grease fire, it’s a trash fire, it’s a car engine
fire, it’s on the belly of a great lake.I’m always looking for solution, but an equation would be too elegant. Siri says,
Thank you for your feedback when you call her naughty girl. I know I shouldn’t be fill-
ing any cup to splash. When I say grease fire, I mean nothing else. I mean grease
fire.I tell my lover to throw me onto the bed and he refuses. What happens when you
are hot with the bad things?When I was younger, I felt a tenderness that was uninterrupted. Now when I feel it
coming on, I think I know where it started.When I open I need to know who. Or, when my mouth opens, it’s full of fire and
still so hungry.— Lucia LoTempio, from Hot with the Bad Things
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The mouth opens like it’s just blunt entry.
I want to have sex with what I want to become, says the poet.
I think I should feel very broken down, very rotten. But I am open like the hull of a
ship with stairs ascending. When I see a grease fire, it’s a trash fire, it’s a car engine
fire, it’s on the belly of a great lake.I’m always looking for solution, but an equation would be too elegant. Siri says,
Thank you for your feedback when you call her naughty girl. I know I shouldn’t be fill-
ing any cup to splash. When I say grease fire, I mean nothing else. I mean grease
fire.I tell my lover to throw me onto the bed and he refuses. What happens when you
are hot with the bad things?When I was younger, I felt a tenderness that was uninterrupted. Now when I feel it
coming on, I think I know where it started.When I open I need to know who. Or, when my mouth opens, it’s full of fire and
still so hungry.— Lucia LoTempio, from Hot with the Bad Things