“she honestly does not have those impulses” by Sasha on the ferry heading home

Wednesday November 16, 2016
5 minutes
Dear Sugar Radio

I found the sweet spot in a twin bed in my father’s house
second floor of the Victorian brick house on the tree-lined street
Lying on my back thinking thinking seeing thinking wishing panting
parting spreading leaking oh oh say it yes sweet sweet sweet
There was not shame on the futon on the floor of the basement
of my mother’s house
first love like liquid gold between my legs
first love passion and clumsy hands and is it supposed to feel like
I see these young ones
I see these crying mothers
for their daughters in crop tops with eyes the basins of longing
Fill me up
Fill me up