By Heather Lee Rogers
I will teach you
how to make me scream
I will teach you
how to bend me, pull me
through my safety
to the nasty danger
past my borders of control...
I think of you
on the subway ledge
(I want you everywhere)
the cold fluorescent
pulses savage ugly
the beat I feel
between my legs
when I think of you
beating in a wild rude way
I try to drink
the pulsing light
look full into the glare
and think of you
and when I think of you
I want to scream
from there, from there, from there
deep in my wilderness
where I am waiting for you.
ABOUT HEATHER LEE ROGERS
Heather Lee Rogers compulsively tells stories as a writer and an actor in Queens, NYC. Her poems have appeared in the following printed and online publications: The Rat’s Ass Review, Harbinger Asylum, Here Comes Everyone (UK), Leopardskin & Limes, El PortalS/Tick, Adanna Literary Journal, Jersey Devil Press, Mobius Magazine, Eunoia Review, and Bombfire Lit, etc. More of her work can be read at heatherleerogerspoetry.com