Sugar
I took my time shrugging / into this divinity
Sugar
into this divinity
the dirty underside
dripping with sugar
of my torso
the soft lust of my need
the body can flex
when fighting to be exorcised
to achieve such cult vices
dead and done away with
for hedonistic wanderlust
I asked for
I cum.
Camonghne Felix is a poet, a writer, speaker, and political strategist. She holds an M.A. in Arts Politics from NYU and an MFA from Bard College, and has received Fellowships from Cave Canem, Callaloo, and Poets House. Her first full-length collection of poems, Build Yourself a Boat, was longlisted for the 2019 National Book Award in Poetry and a finalist for the PEN Open Book Award and the Lambda Literary Award in Bisexual Poetry. Felix's next collection of poems, Dyscalculia, and collection of essays, Let the Poets Govern, are forthcoming from One World/Penguin Random House.
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