hot oil

Caitlin Helinski

Watermelon coconut oil candles color everything behind my eyelids glowing neon pink
Pour the liquid on my breasts with movements so delicate I don’t notice my scalded nipples
Our queerness pools, reflecting the beat of a flickering flame disco ball & your dripping lips
We move nervously to a bisexual high school dance you’ll never feel comfortable at
But with my vibrator between my legs I forget what dark rooms sit behind your pupils
My rosé sloshes over onto the towel you lovingly laid out for our purple tulle occasion
In one thousand years all that would be left of us is that dented tin
& the remnants of a wick we lit to keep our eyes open

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Caitlin Helinski is a queer, bipolar, cis-lady poet and collage artist based out of Barrie, ON. Her work can be seen in publications such as Pink Plastic House Magazine, The Northern Appeal, Sad Girl Review, and Blank Spaces Magazine. You can find more of her work at her own tiny Instagram zine @therememberingroom.

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