Fuck Stuck

Do I fuck you or hate you?
It feels wrong in every limb
But I do it anyway
’Cause it feels right when you’re in.

Your generosity is perverse
And confined to your bed
The only thing you’ve given me freely
Is head.

White Boots, 2014 by Rachel Louise Hodgson

NOTE: This poem is part of “Pethetic Little Thing,” curated by Tavi Gevinson. Read the rest of the portfolio in Poetry’s July/August 2015 issue.
Source: Poetry (July/August 2015)