The corner of my childhood bed.
A stued bear, color: cherry red.
A toothbrush motorized inside.
A 15-mile dirt bike ride.
A pair of socks, balled up real tight.
A hot tub jet, alone at night.
Your kneecap, cased in denim jeans.
Victoria’s Secret magazine.
16 years of bubble baths,
a showerhead that can detach.
A pointed toe,
a cramping calf.
Disgusted in the aftermath.