What Fits There?


And you ask,
My bleating bird,
My unwashed sparrow –
What fits there?
Your hand,
A stone,
A promise,
A cold steel ball,
Words on paper.
I want it all,
Anything and everything,
I feel the shape and volume of what you place in me,
My cunt is your nest,
The edges vibrate throughout my belly,
Up — an ocean of need.

About Avery Cassell

Avery Cassell is a queer butch San Francisco writer, poet, cartoonist, and artist who grew up in Iran.
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