MY MOTHER TRIED HER HARDEST TO RAISE ME A CAREFUL POUR

but, when i was 19 i became more of a spill
sometimes,
 i miss a mouth entirely.

syrup in a glass- sticky sweet cotton mouth cure
dribble me down your chin
who said i needed you to drink me?
men like you, lose their sweet tooth
 soon as you hear your homeboy sipped
on me once last fall
let me finish the story:
just like i did yours, i spilled all down his front

.

.

ONCE, I LEFT INSTRUCTIONS IN CASE OF MY DEATH

in the bed of a man i would have called
lover had he not played god
with my airways

last week,
i left three of my teeth under the pillow
of the last man who touched me
rumor has it, ya boy aint known sleep since

i stay awake all night too
still forget to water all of my plants
but at dawn i stretch and ache
 name each of my bruises after another faux love that i have survived

sometimes at work,
a wolf,
howls under a black light
&hislipscurlback&hetellsmewhathewants
and i say
i don’t think so
and he offers three of my own teeth back to me
and then he
asks me again
and i look at his palm and everything he holds in it
then, i look at my bruises and remember each of their origin stories
and when i say no again he says
but the other girl let me

and then
me,    the other girl,
     and all the plants that i have forgotten to water,
die. all at once.

RebeccaLynn is queer, black, and surviving in Boston.
They enjoy hiphop and their mom’s cooking.
they are a Winter Tangerine workshop alumni as well as a 2017 Pink Door Fellow.

their work has appeared in Maps For Teeth Magazine, Slam Chop, and Black Nerd Problems.