bliss

crosslegged in the bedroom (just me) 
recounting 
hair, which begins life
under the skin. 

such is sin
subliminal, 
pull pussy 
out your eyelids til 

the whites run from your eyes they 
all runny dewey satisfied 
wash my sin, 
liquid contagious 

coarse like hair. I fucked an angel- 

& I really should give in- 
sleep with an angel, 
wake up with an angel- 
but apathy is bliss-