What was your mantra? Sometimes
you’ve gotta suck a little cock to get what you want.
When I say that now,
people look at me in revulsion.
No one understands better than you
that we’re all whores at brass tacks. I try to remember where
I last saw your silhouette: was it robed
in sunlight, smiling on a pier? Even the ocean was greedy Continue reading “2 Poems | Lauren Brazeal”