honeysuckle: poems by colleen cosette goodman

the most batshit poem you'll ever read (get some sleep, coll)

I think of it and my heart aches and my knees split and my teeth crush and I drown in honey, sickly and sweet and sticky and I don't know what this poem is about I don't know who it's about I don't care who it's about I know oysters are just parasites to clams I know babies can tear a mother apart i know injustice is everywhere i know i will never be as good a writer as i want to be I know there is one brown haired girl with the warmest brown eyes who I love with all my queer girl heart but I don't know if this poem is about her I don't know if everything is about her I don't know I don't know I don't know