Honey Mon Miel
by Gina Flash
Translated by Céleste Ivy
Original text in italics
Photo by Cherry Blue
Model: Gina Flash
I don’t write everything
that I think about
and then
I die
and I don’t know how to explain the streaks metal leaves on my tired skin, so I’ll settle for grinding on those men like a fucking demon I write to this lover “yesterday I slid on the clients like a fucking demon I don’t know if I’ll even have the strength to make love to you” I think about that string tying me to the chair or wrapped around my ankles I think about my ankles wrapped around the legs of the chair I think about what my friends will have to share if I too fall off this balcony month of november 2024 I write down the list : a couple of thongs full of stripper’s ass juice (hommage à Vickie Gendreau) – the complete Nana manga collection covered with my tears – my jewelry – two BPD cats like me – some very serious books – the glitter slipped between their pages – my cameras – the porn still on it I find my friends lucky
stomping on that stage like i slide on the back of that very ugly man covered in oil: I introduce myself as a null space in between boredom and collapse and when I do they make it rain the rain spreads over my face and smears the makeup I apply slowly at the beginning of the shift that is my life
a sex worker for all dogs – always someone to pleasure – why can’t I come to the party ?
honey mon miel
don’t worry
if you tip me well
you’ll also be
in my next poem