neat & nasty
Michelle Everette
my heart is a
paper fortune teller with
the
sorted yellow dreams
into
tiny tattered triangles- &
nothing lives here
but
words. only one
sound, slut. it leads
to sharp
pleasure. i like
feeling so
good that the paper
pops &
the color bleeds
through. i like
my sexy brown
skin
that don’t
belong to you.
Michelle Everette is a metaphor.