GIVE IT! GIVE IT! GIVE IT!
June Henry
I’m getting sick of standing in
You fuck for warmth
Forget again
Getting sick of forehead kiss
Turned to radio silent
Getting sick of nebulous
Give me the concrete
Give it give it give it
I won't wrestle it from your hands
I wish you would just hand it to me
The way I handed you my mouth
Every other part of me
If I'm too far away to take in
Then you don't want me at all
So don't bother writing a letter back
Don't bother making a call
