"Boys named Josh are trouble"

Kym Cunningham

I rail a line off her ribcage

coke fits perfectly in the skin

between her bones


She doesn’t look at me when I lick

my finger

rub her sweat

into my gums

taste her drip-

drip-drip-ping down my throat


Her eyes look too

much, missing the glaze they get

when they know

the haze doesn’t reflect me

as well


Clumps surround her nipples like stardust

she’s so hot she could be in porno

when she turns 18


I tell her so

and she almost smiles

hasn’t figured out

her braces yet


I can’t help but

drain her


She points at the razor and mirror

“my turn”


I hold back her hair

shove the straw up

her nose