—after twin shadow
would your touch / unlike my shrinking fingers know
want from a wet / kneading my seeping open
roughening up? / who you gonna /
yes, your concupiscence / molten my dripping hard-handed
on a slow tongue / & tangled in your sanguine hips
until my glowing runs / you /
with your hair all down
small of my back to / small of a salty palm press
quiver comes how / puddle me white cinder-gaping
much harder / everyone watched when we /
in the room
do i have to beg? / who am i gonna / like that?
please / let me be your broken horses
s.c. bostwick is a nonbinary trans poet born and raised in the Pacific Northwest. They are a second year MFA candidate in poetry at Notre Dame. They are currently working on a collection centered around nature, trauma, addiction, gender, personhood, and, of course, a mother’s love.