xTx

xTx is a secretive, private woman. Who she is? No one knows, except that she is a writer who lives in Southern California.

 

 

 

IT’S A PLACE WHERE I READ ALL MY BOOKS
xTx

Please be
fluent in me

I know you have
the advantage

Ready.

Set.

Get.

There is a porn addiction.
There are windows where I want you
to see me,
how I want you
to see me.

I lick my fingers and smile
at the corners
of the bedroom
the backs of my
eyelids.

There is a complete silence
where my heart used to be.

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DO YOU HAVE A PLACE FOR ME?
xTx

Let’s make each other
cry

Let’s take a weekend
to do it

Clear your schedule
we can stay up all night

I will collect your hair
with my mouth
Use the strands
to sew the slices
in my heart

We can try to fix
before we break

Blood on the floor

then on the pillows

There is a place
on the backs
of my hands
for you

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WE JUST SIT AROUND
xTx

Janitor’s keys
stolen
wrapped
in sandwich bags
sewn into
the space
beneath my
belly button
they jostle around
quietly
opening nothing

They never
want to
go anywhere.

They are the
most boring keys
ever.

At night
I press them
with thoughts of you
until there’s pain

You should try to
get those keys
maybe we could
go somewhere