deviant populations

Cole Adams

in new york i've got the worst skin

i'm always suppressing the urge to rub 

it down / rub it down / thumb the gravestone

flat. the vendor across the street sells roses

her name is clarisse. some dude at the coffee shop

offers me a bud / ç’est bon / i see his nipples

thru his shirt. they're like raspberries

tart & i can't afford them