Sugar Daddy

Get whatever you want.

Stracciatella,

wet pink salmon.

He says I love how you eat

like a man

and I order a whole cherry pie

for dessert.

I want to be the best lover

to my lover.

I want a future

where I am my altar’s altar.

I’d rather die

than watch my love go wasted.

I can be the dreamboy I wish to see in the world

I want a cock

that swells like a pulvinated Roman frieze

and crumbles into shell-blue sand. I want

a pussy like a mudslide, a feast of silt

just as likely, at every layer, to exhume

some discarded history.

I should be asking for everything.

I know I could be. Oh but I am

dreamboy out east and out west

like you wouldn’t even imagine-

cowboy try-me dripping ivy

without that fix-me attitude

the dreamboys tend to carry like don’t fix me

this is how I am and loving me

is all on you, babe.

My dreamboy used to want enlightenment.

Now he wants to be the goo that leaks

out of the crack in the vessel

and he still wants to be the peak

of eternal light on the moon’s northmost

craters, pocked then smooth

a wet winter path

Fuck ego death.

I drink ego like raw eggs.

Dreamboys get spiritually yoked

have egos like triptychs

wear want brazenly, yet do not sever.

You should trust me.

You know you could.

Annie Lou Martin is the breed of hot tattooed boygirl who lives in Brooklyn and writes everything, but they used to be a real-life cowboy.