THE AMERICAN WILDERNESS
By PRIYANKA VORUGANTI
Tod’s semen entering my mouth
brings me to a weekend we once spent upstate:
dark wood surrounding the clearing,
their branches covering me as if
trying to prove some sort of colonialist macho
a little walk from the cabin
a vast expanse
hills and valleys and plains and greens and all
you like it when I say it like that,
called out to the wind,
you think you can choke me?
spit right on father nature’s grass,
your cum sinking into the ground.