There is a color inside me,
Yellow barbed in my chest,
Fire and bright,
Blooming explosions and we touch….fingers.
It is hard to connect with you,
I want to melt my yellow,
You know, like a spilling yolk,
Think English nurseries and nannies,
Crops, fireplaces and egg cups,
Yellow all warm and sticky down our sides,
I mean our thighs.
My cunt hurts with wanting,
Painful – all pinching and restless.
And all it takes is one airline ticket,
For the pinch to become warm and sticky
Running down our thighs.
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About Avery Cassell
Avery Cassell is a genderqueer San Francisco writer, poet, cartoonist, and artist who grew up in Iran. They live with their Maine Coon cat, Lulu, and bake yeasted waffles every Sunday morning.
Behrouz Gets Lucky is their first novel. You can find their erotic short stories sprinkled in various anthologies, including Best Lesbian Erotica 2015 and Sex Still Spoken Here. Avery is currently working on a book of more of Behrouz and Lucky's shenanigans, a memoir, and an illustrated early reader children's book about a eight year old transgender boy and his family.
