When I direct you to gag me,
it’s not because I don’t have anything to say.
Words fountain out of me like it’s peak tourist season.
I’m an oddity captured in the papers.
I garble on my own excreta
as it recycles and clogs the filters.
Please, break the serial crimes
I inflict upon myself.
©2021 Aimee Nicole All rights reserved.
Aimee Nicole is a queer poet currently residing in Rhode Island. She holds a BFA in Creative Writing from Roger Williams University and has been published by the Red Booth Review, The Nonconformist, and Voice of Eve, among others. For fun, she enjoys attending roller derby bouts and trying desperately to win at drag bingo.