Give me something honest, like a
cardboard heart wrapped in string
Make me laugh about ‘it’, meaning
everything; I want to play it fake
If what you’re imagining is sex, place me
in the whip hot tundra where we can fuck and burn for it
We came to know each other via the internet. This person
I am is raw and innocent 4 u
And I will come to any party you want
but you gotta hold my hand. no you gotta have some meat on your
body. no you gotta know about the physics of why we all look like this
pls you gotta know you gotta be in love with our gravitational pull
in and of itself
In my number one fantasy I’m main stage wearing
a sheer fabric and you’re pulling me into a high lift
Something I’ve also been thinking, is how when you
crunch apples with your teeth it is so cute so dreamy
The entire world has this filmic quality now that we’ve had
a conversation about our feelings. Do you agree
Darling can you trust me
when I tell you that we’ll meet again one day on a long-haul flight
We will talk straight through from noon ‘til midnight
Emily Stewart is a writer and editor. Her recent work has been published or is forthcoming in Filmme Fatales, Overland and the Age. She is a 2014 Wheeler Centre Hot Desk Fellow. Emilyvalentinestewart.com
Image – Jacob Gube