I can’t read your palm
when your fingers are deep
deep inside of me.
I’ve buried my future there.
you can draw a triangle between
all the places I have signed waivers
for heaven, folded over headstones
bury yourself in me
one inch per foot
steeps the back of my brain like tea leaves
spelling out regret on the bottom
of a cup.
Lawrence Greenlee is a twenty-year-old, bisexual trans man, freshly graduated from UEA (UK). He writes poetry and comic books, drinks black coffee and hopes no one finds the smutty prose hidden on his computer. His poems are often visceral, nauseating and focus on the horror of everyday bodily functions. More of his writing can be found online at lawrencegreenlee.com. He is currently working on a novel about BDSM, polyamory and queerness with a happy ending.
This issue of Chelsea Station was co-edited by
Mitch Kellaway, AJ Sass, and Noah Grabeel.