You Missed Your Plane

I hurried home from work,
We could have lunch or we could fuck,
No time for both,
A quickie – sitting on the edge of bed,
Sheets filthy and damp with come,
Wastebasket overflowing with used gloves,
Your bags packed by the door,
The foresty smell of sex our blanket,
My legs spread,
Your hand in me,
Once more before you fly away,
I breathe “hit me”,
You growl, your hand shoving my chest,
Finding each old bruise,
Reminding me of us,
The smell of tussling so quick inside,
Always inside,
Your other hand inside me grinding,
Like separating wheat from chaff,
Separating my heart from my chest,
Flying out of my cunt,
You missed your plane.

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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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