"Milk" by Isabella J Mansfield
you’re the type of guy
who says “I love you” while I’m
going down on you
knowing my mouth is full and
I won’t respond or react
I will keep going
undeterred, maybe misheard
swallow your feelings
I won’t sit up with
starry eyes, romance dripping
from my chin like milk
You don’t, by the way
it’s just that thing I’m doing
you’re in love with and
anyway, baby, you know
I’m lactose intolerant
"Climate Change" by Isabella J Mansfield
nobody ever
told me that apathy is
more damaging than
acid rain and hurts worse but
only for a little while