PUBIC in PAIN

There was the day
at the Van Houtte cafe
when I cleaned the piss
off my crotch
with washroom paper
and a piece of gum
got stuck to my pubic hairs
I gasped in pain
as I pulled the gum out
reminiscing the moment
he'd pull at my pussy hair
when we were sinful
and frozen like waxed figures
and selfish because of sexual excitement

and wishes

for stories
that crept between the
damp textures of disease
and our clogged souls
raptured in the now
and the things we could hurt

It was painful and I laughed
just like in the fluorescent bathroom
where a stranger's germs
crawled amongst my crotch hair
and hurt the way I like