we were eating apricots
on your front porch in june,
we talked about work & how bad i was at sex.
it’s been a few years since i last tried it, not sure
but i really think i don’t know how to be naked in front of a man. to be some ornamental sleeve,
i guess it’s warm in there. the juice of the apricot
trickled down my throat.
Eli Dunham is a queer, neurodivergent poet living in Sacramento, CA. You can find their work in DreamPop, GASHER, Gramma, YAWP and elsewhere. They have work forthcoming in Indefinite Space, Redactions and Anti-Heroin Chic.