Meal

Meal

I've realized that the hollow feeling inside me is not loneliness.
Just hunger.
No wonder I'm so skinny and my genitals are chaffed all over.

Matthew Koutzun

Pressed Against the Fourth Wall

Pressed Against the Fourth Wall

She sits and waits,
and entrevous he does.

He talks
and baits,
and she disconcerned waits.

And now she's up and about,
in a box- all blacked out;
timing will keep this game alive.

Now he yells
now he screams;
and drama: she does as well.

And he hits
and she slaps
and the audience all clap.

And she turns
and he does to
and they look at me and you.

And they stare
now they cry
and they run at the glass between them you and I.

And pressed against the fourth wall
they want out-
to be with us all.

To stop imaginary hates
and lonesome debates.

A hand on the glass;
red- white where pressure press.

-Matthew Koutzun

Forcing to Keep

Forcing to Keep

I'm trying to relate
from somewhere between her thighs.
Taking, reaching in
such great highs.

I've punched through
and I've touched the child.
Caressed a face
soft and mild.

I've gotten my shoulder in
and I'm going to go all the friggin' way.
I don't care if it's wrong-
never cared what others say.

My head and torso
squeezed right into the moist deep.
She sighed sweetness
no sound of pain did she peep.

I'm kicking in the air
as my thighs press against hers
fighting to get in
skin in tears.

My feet in
I'm in with my boy.
He's cradled by my womb-

I know now why woman cry
when they give it away.

-Matthew Koutzun