"Let Me See It" by Heather Bell


Hey, can you send me

a dick pic or two. A nude,

your ass, you turned contorted in front 

of a bathroom mirror. It’s not the dick


I am too concerned about. It's the pieces

of your life around the sink,

the eastern splash of toothpaste at the 

granite’s lip. I see deodorant, generic.

Some blurry prescription drugs. A love 


note or is it a receipt, hanging from the ledge

between mirror and sink. I say


let me see it 


not for the dick, but for the way your

fingernails are too short, it must hurt to


clip them so short why 

would you hurt yourself like that.