What do you do with a sex dream about a close friend?
She said, My baby ripped me open,
scattered my shit in front of strangers,
and now every waking hour sucks my nipples ragged.
My husband hasn’t made me come in years.
I want you to fuck my cunt mine again.
I lick the length of her torso and do as I’m told.
I shouldn’t mention it in real life
but I do, every detail,
because everyone should know when
someone dreams of them.
Apparently sweet dreams of adultery are nightmares
because now her husband is punching my face
as her son kicks my shins.
She watches from a window laughing, or crying, I can’t tell.
I plead, I can’t control my subconscious!
Two nights ago I was riding my pet giraffe!
The night before I drank from a mud puddle!
Dustin King (He/him)
Dustin would always rather be sneaking a bottle of wine into a movie theater. When that isn’t an option, he teaches Spanish and runs a small organization that provides aid to the undocumented community in Richmond, VA. His poems appear or are forthcoming in Blood and Bourbon, Throats to the Sky, Horror/Sleaze/Trash, South Broadway Review, Autofocus Lit, and other journals.