"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.