re: my bitten tongue :
jomé rain
i will not let you rob me
of the thorns of who i am
father time
re: sugar daddy
(i will not let you bribe me
into submission)
i will not heed your words
that claim ‘the easy road’s a short cut.’
i will not chase a heaven
that molds stilts upon my back
i will not be eclipsed by comforts had
nor questions lost
better broken than a build-a-bear
shilling false hope to the needy
i’d rather be a corpse
than be your quiet thing
i’d rather be your bile
than your last meal
working girl
jomé rain
one of my clients is this cop who can’t cum
unless i tell him i love him // over // and over // he
calls me bambina // sometimes he cries // i think he’s
got ptsd // or whatever those patriotic men get //
in exchange for being violent // we listen to patti labelle //
rolling stones // he feeds me lines from the godfather //
makes me act out the scenes // it’s not greece //
it’s a motel in queens // chicken tenders and marlboro reds //
say it again // say it again // so i do // say i love you // and
he says // me too // and then mispronounces my name //
// over // and over //
jomé rain is a 25 year old author and full service sx worker based in brooklyn, nyc. she writes about love, lust, and negotiations with sobriety. you can keep up with her on substack (the little tender).