Let Them Burn

Craned forward on the 1990’s couch

Cat rubs on your back, he purrs

Bury your face in your shaky hands

Something in between your legs

Feels dirty, so gross, so torn

Something in your aching head

Feels longing and forlorn

And creeping into your mind

Is the thought

Hot, oozing flesh, baking sweat

Chest to chest, neck to neck

Grinding back and forth

The timer goes off

Rushed air and desperation

You let the cookies burn

Preoccupied, the timer is beating

Rushing for this fleeting

Feeling of completeness

For this sick greeting

The emotion of togetherness

You know you’re not it

But it’s worth it

Sometimes cats and cookies

They aren’t enough

So you let them burn

Best,
Anna Belle Lee