3 Poems

By Mai VV Bell

Piggy Bank Mouth

Mouth filled with blood again, tasting pennies
Piggy bank mouth
Big time clever in the dungeon plan
Hexagrid painted on

Give up again and again
You’re a good time guy
Again its just me and you
In this snow plow landscape
Against light that
Only dead girls see
You can start again
Over and over again
The forever good time girl and you like it
in love

Like a faggot gets
With the first lips she wets
Another hand on my ass
Like all those times before

I can feel your teeth with my tongue
I drank your roommate
In with my mouth

I’ve been with her but we didn’t make eye contact
Like that

Putting your nicotine stained fingers In my mouth

I wanted to taste every cigarette on yr nails
Be shown every balcony
And porch you’ve stood on

That taste letting me know that you’re addicted to something
that’s not hurting me
Am I good for loving? it’s not what’s inside
Because I am not what’s between Sticky
Sweaty thighs

That snake that bites you
with your own teeth
Honey drunk little bumble bee
Barbie doll
You bend at joints and Snap necks
Oh you didn’t shave your neck again

She’s sticky, mother
Like a third brother.

Pushing you down At a Super bowl party

But all you wanna Do is plant Kisses
Like daisies on those lips

Back to back we faced each other

Damn, this one really got me feeling like a motherfucking Damocles
Cause this princess cant carry a tune
Cause love is in the heart
Not the brain
Or maybe thats just you.

Panic bones and panicked blood
flowing backwards and upwards
toward the cold hold within

Flossing teeth and yesterday’s upon yesterdays
dip on down to tomorrows refrigerator
Its like an apartment out here for for you again

Keyboards growing
Messages up to my fingers
Dancing in to that underworld
of what you use

Like that self truth
you’re admitting you’ve put me in the gluetrap
I’m the cub bottom beside your drug heart
like in the sky rise of your rib cage
And now and now we speak the same
Library of babel type beat for the prissy girl at the bottom of the pit
Come on pool boy
think you’re special now

Pain knowing no gender
Blood eating at wood
You can go harder you know I can take it i’m a big girl
Going big or going home
Hungrier than even I thought but it took me there
And god I’m glad
It smells so surgical
Id let you
Take it all out of me
Take it all out on me
Let me see how much I can open for you
How many we can open?
Peeling back the skin on my Hands and finding only blood
Nothing deeper
Bones are for hurting
Bones are for hunting
Or maybe thats just you.

Hurt me like I want to be hurt
You know just how to
Bruise me
How you take advantage of me
In that way I like,like you know
Make an object out of me hurt me
like you hurt, Take it out of me
Take it out on me
Poor baby
Kicked puppy
Tattoo your love on me
Lewd in the way only English can be
Lounging on the backseat of my mind
Tooth twisting
Money bought bulls to do what they know to do
With those horns and cocks of theirs
Because the hen must eat what the farmer can afford

You cant do it all alone
And you’ll get it
You always do

Hold these dirty hands up in the air and scream it
That thing you can’t do without
That thing you get along without

Turtle dove sign of peace,
pieces of a whole Holy mother

Kill your darlings and clean up dirty kid gloves
Handling secrets with Bitten hands
And it’s a cool time.
for captives in a cage
Curdled milk tastes good when you spill it on my tongue
Cause this is a family
You little fairy.
Do you remember what it’s all about?
Just a series of new mistakes, to catch up to

Computer Girl and the house that talks

Kicked up the turnpike, sidekick style
center costume
always center
burns and purrs to ok
Going for gold
“when my medium man comes to town”
dynamite collaboration captain
calling it good and smooth
Sneaking into to worlds of frogs and demons
Internet hell heart chimes making our phones kill us
brothers kissing, all while the moon watches with her cock out
White light mother
Penetrating bisecting tongues
Vivisect me, mother.

Girls writing incest fan fiction
like they’re god with that big G
Cause everyone knows
This is what daddy don’t like.
Computer girl jerks off all while the moon blushes.

We will get you there again
I took up in the train
“Don’t you forget I live the radio mile”
None of this live shit exists in the super weapon galore
I’m a boar
I’m the big eagle avenging gun

The descent into being a website
kills so many of the boys
making it into flowers against Black edged invitations
To weddings and funerals
the occasional birthday party

Showing hole on main
begging for kisses
from all the men of the keyboard on cell phone
QWERTY fag generation
Against all my best wishes
Snaking kisses and sucking down caviar
While mommy thinks you’ve been a good
Girl-boy baby doll

“Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted, a house that talks”
He asked, bent over
I live in him with all the other girls
My bedroom over looks his cock with bushes by the window sill
Roses still grow there even after everything
We have pillow fights and taste each other’s fingers
I think we might be stuck here but I’m happy in here
I always wanted a house that talks.

Mai VV Bell is a southern poet who writes about the body and what it dreams. she can be found on X, the everything website, @worldsworstfem