by D.E. Hardy

We need to stretch our bodies long and work each other until we’ve turned ourselves inside out because we’ve hit that age where sex isn’t about love or lust, it’s a form of protest; your knees, my arthritis—entropy is a one way street, baby—so put what’s left of your back into it because what we’ve got is your tongue, my fingers, the way our limbs lengthen when we come, the way our minds still afterward as we lay there, limbs looped, believing we’ve paused time.