"Reproduction"

the thing about words is
words can't swelter and burn
like the tentacles
under my skirt—
because the thing about sex is
i'm a venus flytrap,
and you're my prey
drenched in deet;
you corrode me like a barbie
with [its] legs open.

the thing about words is
words make me gasp for breath
so my body shakes with them,
the way that my fingers can't—
because the thing about sex is
i can squirt ink
all over my hands,
but only ink,
and that's what my lips spew
with [eight] legs parted.

so what you should know is
the thing about us is
i love to be anxious
but not for this,
only for taking tests,
and the thing about words is
they get me extra credit,
but biology gets me off
only in theoretical texts
and never in practice.