my favorite kind of pet
is the kind that’s always needy—
so delirious with want they forget what dignity feels like.
dripping onto my shoe, rutting mindlessly.
don’t look so ashamed, doll.
you were always meant to serve me.
you’ll clean your mess up when i tell you to.
maybe then you’ll earn my thigh.
maybe—
if you beg like something that knows it’s useless otherwise.
















