I SIT ON YOUR FACE IN PARLIAMENT SQUARE
A POEM BY PRUDENCE CHAMBERLAIN
We are all worried about non-consensual urine & the things that look like non-consensual urine. Wilfully obtuse together me angled over your nose bridging the gap of brushed denim crotch between us I think
of your nose & loneliness crude, unchanging blues Winter
They can’t breathe in Ferguson & between my thighs you are struggling too we are esprit & broken glasses Netflix direct to television a free burrito with every Christmas jumper
Knee deep in everything, which is only news outlets online we perform uncensored; all we want is to ejaculate on screen & to live without fear.
Somewhere, Russell Brand eats a pasty, somewhere, we all have appetites, & everywhere we are becoming skilled iconographers, or cartographers, or professionals on who has died where and why it matters for a brand new hashtag
Artwork © Cindy Rehm