When I say my body is yours, split my legs like a wishbone. Your magician tricks maneuver nerve deep. Piggies run off to the market and are no longer a part of this body I call home. If my ankle breaks a third time will it still have 6 lives left? Don’t hesitate, throw it over your shoulder and let’s find out.
Pillow Talk
All my words just
pillow talk.
Changing with the seasons,
I migrate towards arms
that hold me through the night.
Yes, I’m still begging
for your affection as
breath trails to a whisper.
Body curls itself into a fist
waiting for you to release it.
Beeper Peddle is a writer and healer living on the East Coast. She lives with her partner and their beloved soul puppy. Beeper writes about sorrows, lies, and deep loves. When you read her work, you will dip down into her heart and end up in all manner of body parts. Should you find yourself reflected in these words, it is merely coincidence; however, it does not surprise her you share the same heart. Find her at bethpeddle.com and @beeperpeddle on Twitter and Instagram
Aimee Nicole (she/her) is a chronically ill/disabled, queer poet currently residing in Rhode Island. She holds a BFA in Creative Writing from Roger Williams University and has been published by various lit mags. She has two poetry collections: Daily Worship (Laughing Ronin Press) and Panoramic (Curious Corvid Publishing). Aimee recently released a BDSM choose your own adventure story My Kink Adventure (Curious Corvid Publishing). Feel free to follow her on Instagram @aimeenicole525 for awkward selfies and pictures of her cat.
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