Hailey Magee

Boston | MA

cry wolf, cry angel

fuck me in the bathroom stall
my blouse slung toilet-top and one lace sleeve
dangling

shuck the cool lock slick with grime, Steadyhand
workman doublecuffs bunched over ink skin
coarse black coils collar-creeping

i shake just looking at you.

fold me furiously
split my hip on the porcelain sink
i beg
dam my nails with splinters
sprain my hollow skin

we fuck for the dead gnats in the red light
we fuck for the rattling air vent voyeurs

knock-ankled in scuffed black boots
i cull shallow lovenames from muted drums
muted voices
hands slapping hands slapping hands clapping for us

now knuckles

you’re just a kid, you say
you’re just a kid
as you fuck me till I’m jagged
the cheek my father kissed this morning pressed against the wall

now knees

your name escapes my teeth, i
i glimpse God or something like her
in the stained grey sink grout

in the taupe water trickling
from the leaky tap

in my blouse slung toilet-top and one lace sleeve
dangling