I am prone to expulsion. To gushing.
Prone to quick-talking and proclamation.
Almost everything you write is about
getting fucked in the ass, my lover says
and this has only grown more true.
Perhaps it's my proclivity to excess
but I’ve never been able to write
without spilling myself on the page.
I love a plot twist, the script inverted
as exalt. I produce more now I’m
on estrogen. I am told this defies
logic, that I have made my body less.
Yet, tonguing the cum from my lover’s chest,
I will call this nothing but becoming.