a field guide to muff diving:

How we like it hard.
How the others like it I sometimes imagine.
 
But one thing to stop imagining, please
is two chicks eating each other out.
 
That soggy old saw of lesbian sex
(mullets and the Indigo Girls)
 
is so Reagan-era eighties.
We may talk nice, look lipstick-sweet,
 
but the dykes I know
ball fists/strap on cocks
 
turn on backs/bellies
crack open cunts/lips/assholes—
 
bury the big hard-on—
blow it all to smithereens.
 
Why so much violence?
Why does pleasure carry pain inside?
 
Let’s name it:
fury
 
that’s what two women breed in bed.
that’s what we want/what we do/
 
feels like love.