Junkie For It
By: Ginger Jones
I don’t blame you for pushing my head down If I had a dick it’s all I would do Wrap rosebud lips around it Get hard at red lights Hard at funerals Hard watching her bend down for the lighter I’d be the kind of man Who ruins girls for other men Make a girl like me a bitch Force her to fuck Make worship a routine Press her spine to drywall Feral like wild animals Until we’re both half-blind And dripping with proof I’d understand you then Why you breathe like that when you’re inside me Why you disappear after If I had dick I’d never apologize too We’re the same kind of sick
Ginger Jones is a poet from California.
loved this. really interested in the idea of men/women being the “same kind of sick” which i took to mean the same sort of disturbed/perverted—but men can show it in a more exterior and overt way while women are forced to internalize their darkest desires. the perversions of men will always be more acceptable than that of women. just my interpretation/what this piece made me think about. beautiful work🤍
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