My Sex is Homeless
So dirt-ridden
it’s caked with mud 
from rainy nights 
when it was whirlwinding through
jungle after jungle 
a bitch-hot amalgamation
Now a war veteran 
holed up in this trailer 
listening to Oprah 
clenched jaws of life
wrapped around a beer bottle 
day after sluggish day
it’s the under-voice 
of the have-nots 
and do nothing about it
naysaying shit-talkers 
that believe aliens walk among us
in Dunkin Donuts 
where I’ll stroll
in the hopes to snag me one  
My sex is dying from starvation 
moved itself closer to other 
organs in my body
just for comfort 
it’s aging exponentially well
along with my liver 
I tried to leave it on the bus
the other day 
the bus driver came after me
with a stricken panic 
because it reeked of decay 
it’s a pre-dead
borderline extinct 
relic