Back ache , last nights prosecco

too faced light my fire eye shadow on my 

pillow case; 

with three screens on my living room becomes 

my own private times square. 

cruel like that. 

everything is grapefruit and fent test strips. 

a city playing tonsil hockey with itself. 

an apartment that can never stay clean either. 

but i dont steal any more because i fear

i've pushed my luck. i wake up early in a 

fascist america. i see a dog that can only

graciously be described as part yorkie.

im doing the small things wrong.

they contemplating my titties and shit

so thirsty 

nasty little boys with their 

nose in my genetalia 

freaks, buffoons, the lot 

they contemplate my titties and shit

they squint, they stare, they holler,

they scream until they spit 

i want a gun i can put inside me 

i want a gun ten inches long,

that makes men squirm,

that fits in the strap,

a gun i can ride 

they stare until they spit,

they tilt their heads like dogs,

maya cordero is the founder of discount guillotine, and the author of You Still Have Time To Fuck Off Forever (feral dove 2025). she loves love and she hates the united states.