Michael Robbins
Domme Song 5 | Poetry
Michael Robbins
Aphrodite’s like sigh what now Sappho, what’s your crazy heart want now? Aphrodite I am seventeen again, I am singing along with the Cure, I’m a bald girl with a big gut in a bad wig. Aphrodite says There are things you’re better off not knowing. Like what says Sappho, brighter and wider than snow. The goddess says Against the lucky Eros plots. And Sappho goes But starships were meant...
Domme Song 10 | Poetry
Michael Robbins
This is for every boy who ever picked me last for basketball. I’m lying flat as a fish on the floor of the fast train your apartment becomes when you press your foot into my face. This is for every therapist who ever asked me if I’d made a plan. My plan was to not get locked up by answering that question. I’m practicing mindfulness outside Sonic in a pink...
