Queer.

I met a girl
with “queer”
tattooed across her abdomen,
and when I drug my fingers across it,
she asked me if I was a lesbian,
and I gagged on my tongue
when I tried to say no
because I’ve been writing all these poems
about caressing her hipbones
and cheekbones,
so instead I asked her
to stick and poke a new tattoo
across my collarbones,
and so she licked me
and bit me,
leaving a hickie
in the shape of her heart
on my breast.

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