Here's a boundary
I've never set:
My body’s capacious
and doesn’t belong
stuffed in the back
of my boss’s van.
He drives me down
to the shoppe and I
pick what I want,
little chocolate
assholes all happy
puckered up.
I'm a one call rental
kind of dream.
Middle aged women
type to me softly
they overturn pillows
they dampen
at the thought
of a real vicious fight
acting real sure
about the wrong thing,
they know the vulnerable
feeling that's why
they sleep richly
behind gates. Bitch
I was a minivan
princess today too

Jess is a poet living in Baltimore. Sad tweets @jessn666