Instead of Cataloging I was Daydreaming About What We Did Two Weeks Ago

Looking over to the library storage closet door,
As the Viagra clock ticks,
I imagine how it was;
I am on the floor,
You kicking me hard across the slick tiles.
(Robert is so floor-proud, like a pervie housewife,
Never dreaming the librarian was sprawled across the polished linoleum like a sack)
Your boot against my groin,
I grunt trying to get away,
Your arms swing in your borrowed uniform jacket,
Swinging in, marching in, beating me,
You are tall for once,
With me a pile of cunt and “fuck me” at your feet,
Face down,
Waiting to be slammed, sliding sideways half-way across the room,
I never knew how much being kicked would hurt,
Each time your boot connects with my flesh I feel bruises blooming,
My thighs are a garden, my belly the well,
You water me and bring me to flower.

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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.
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