"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