We’re vegan girls—her mom’s greasy meat,
you brushed my wrist and
heartburn,
your smirk said don’t you dare retreat,
I swallowed all shame and
my burn.

She sliced stinky pig with pearls and pride.
You licked your lips just
red wine,
beneath the cloth, our thighs unsatisfied—
her raw tofu, just wet—
all mine.