digital shame portends masturbatory sweat
in glitched-out bliss and
taking in all the
digital scenery i hardly had time
to notice you’d shaved
a little bit but do not
think i didn’t notice
once your gun rubbed raw against
my pixelated
hips i: (quick breath, inching close)
groped hard the knobbed bones
of your knees making sure
to remember
every inch.