The Sexiest Things to Do After Sex
nat raum
think. really think. pull your consciousness through the cracks in your skull and look outward at your skin. follow how it ripples over your stomach and thighs like a surface of plate glass lakewater disrupted by a motor boat. dread the way he looks at you. suck in your gut as you kick yourself for your failure to manicure any of your stubble—you, the journeyman womanscaper, with your bic soleil and raspberry shaving cream at the ready. hide your hands under an imitation down comforter and try not to brush his legs with the split callouses on your heels. ask the essential questions: can he feel your crooked front tooth when you tongue-kiss? is it weird that you won’t watch him go down on you because your chin doubles in size when you look straight down? can you see the mole on your back in the dark? leave your body here while you divine the answers on your own. sleep-writhe your way through the night before waking up with the birds and the garbage trucks. regret. make an irish exit if you can afford to.
nat raum (b. 1996) is a disabled artist, writer, and genderless disaster from Baltimore, MD. They’re the editor-in-chief of fifth wheel press and the author of you stupid slut, the abyss is staring back, and several chapbooks. Find them online: natraum.com/links