Ash(ley) is a romantic scum, pastoral eroticism poet. She's genre fluid and her style—she got it at ross and stock shows. Her poetry has been published in TILT, SWAMP, Bullshit Lit, Tiny Spoon, Currant Jam. She also is a self-publisher on the streets and via snail mail through her experimental publishing project: POETRY SLUT RODEO.
Her most recent collection of horny poetry, Hotel “Gilbert,” was published by ESTO ES UN LIBRO.
You can find her on substack, twitter and instagram as @poetryslutrodeo. ︎
01. Saggy Tits Reflection
Pores are clogged
This bruise won't
go away I've got
a scab on my ass
and the burning
memory of that
cold sore in Hotel Gilbert
There are lines between
my brows and lines
stretching across my
aging breaths They
are longer saggy
sad tits sagging
so low can you
reach them with your
mouth or should I
lift them with my
hands and feed you
Fuck it This is
hot and you still
want me for now
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