crème pâtissière

By Rachel Oyster Kim

it’s true when I tell you
I don’t know what’s good for my health

like wiping my powdered fingers
all over your velvet loveseat

I can’t help but
to make a mess when I eat

leave crumbs all over the bed
blame the mistress who left
the morning before me

each pastry tastes like the last
and each evening the same

where we exchange want
for sloth by the hour

pile dishes up to the ceiling
and drag the mattress onto the floor

keep me here
ask nicely

I’ll pretend I’m not french
absent in appetite of playful cruelty

of course, my mother-
no one could make a beurre blanc
quite to my liking but her

and stupid boy
I know that won’t dissuade
you from trying

in the most edible/oedipal moments
stir with a single finger

Jesus, it’s obvious
we fuck like we weren’t raised right

elbows on the table
mouths open when we moan

If I have to work for love
let the labor of it
take me

About the author:

Rachel Oyster Kim is a poet, h**ker, and hostess in Brooklyn. Their first chapbook ‘sin sin sin’ is set to release this year.

Image courtesy of the author