Thank you! Your submission has been received!
Oops! Something went wrong while submitting the form.
Lexi Pelle
The Intimacy Coordinator
Earlier, she ordered knee pads
for the blow job scene, handed
out Wet Ones so the stars could
wipe away the sticky residue
of skin tape. She teaches
the actor how to pleasure the air
in front of the actress, swirling it
like a troubadour’s song. Irresistible
to pop grapes at the grocery store
into your mouth, touch the crosswalk
button way more than once. We can’t
withdraw consent from the world’s
unbearable thrust—it’s an art the way
she slides yes like a bright white letter
under our door. Instead of kiss she says,
Close the distance between your mouths.
She’s undressing language. There’s no
safe word—not even good, not even
God. Safety, comfort, ease are flat
as a ship before it’s slipped into a bottle.