Two micro poems vaguely related to my sexual experiences that aren’t about sex.

1.

My boyfriend is grinning at me.

I want to say to him ‘you look psychotic’

I want to say to him ‘I think we should break up’

‘I think we should break up because you are a PC user, our values are conflicting’

I am sitting in the passenger seat. 

We stop at a red light. 

My boyfriend looks at me and says “what are you thinking about?” 

I say “I want to buy a hello kitty t shirt.”

The light turns green. 

2.

Sometimes I would try to picture every girl you have had sex with in a naked police line up.

There were height lines on the walls behind them

They were holding black cards with tiny white letters spelling out important information

‘It was okay’

‘I felt offended, slightly.’ or

‘Orgasms that made me who I am today.’

They stared at me and I looked for patterns between them

I decided all of the girls were very pretty and intense looking.

I felt alienated

I wanted to bite my nails. 

One girl was blushing.

She was looking at her pubic hair, and blushing.

Her sign said

“Pick me.”