BEDROOM ANATOMY LESSONS

Dumpster Fire Press is proud to present the release of our first 2022 anthology

art by DIllinger

SEX! SEX! SEX! Erotica of all sorts, lessons learned in and outside of the bedroom? Was it a tragic romance or just another illusionary lust trance? Maybe there’s even a hint of someone NOT getting laid with even some paranormal romance abound. Queer and straight representation, this may prove to be DFP’s most controversial anthology and most ambitious since DEATH BY PUNK and CHILDHOOD’S END.

How to Behave

I’ll be good for you, if you earn it. 

Slip both wrists through cuffs smooth 

like greased up leather. 

Let you lather my body in 

whatever you choose. 

Turn heads every time we walk

through clogged Boston streets.

Make men feel like they need to 

remind you how lucky you are.

They don’t know how you

spread me open across leaves

only an hour ago, spent many

hours learning this skin.

How to raise an arch in back

that bends and flirts with breaking. 

-Aimee Nicole

Ripple

We swam in the river yesterday

Your androgyny turned us

On

We circled each other

Like wolves in the dark

Vying, lying, flying

We watched the circles

The ripples

The stain

The beginning, the end

Perfectly entwained

We touched your breasts

Your concave belly

Your bold arse

Your lingering

The knife was sharp

We said goodbye

To old worlds of sanctuary

We flew with breeze 

Swallowed with waters 

Rubbed you into our skin

We preyed on us like crazy tongues

Discovering the opening of our desire

-Jay Simpson

Fuck Love! I got a love hangover.

I feel hoodwinked, bamboozled. I feel like I was being auctioned at the black Friday sale. It hurts you don’t understand or give a 

fucking care I love you beyond default flaws be damned. Fuck love! I got a love hangover. Chest burning, nose flaring, room 

spinning. Where is all the love you professed to me? Why offer love? When it’s careless and selfish. Fuck love! I got a love 

hangover. Love I want all my coochie back.  Love give me back my time, while you’re at it take all your lies. Let’s mention all the 

tears I’ve cried. Love give me back all the food I couldn’t eat because you were fucking with me. Fuck love! I got a love 

hangover. Love you never had to accept my affections. Using me, getting caught up in situationships instead of a meaningful

healthy relationship. Fuck love! I got a love hangover. Love it’s time to get you some warning labels. FDA, surgeon general status 

shit, so it’s clear getting involved with you can cause serious health risks. The most serious one being withdrawal from lack of sex

Or is that the plan? To make sure I keep coming back no matter what damage you do to my ass. Love you took away my 

choice by lying. Had me too comfortable and trusting of you. Love your toxicity is at unworldly levels. I’m going to leave you 

alone for awhile to reflect on the times I thought you were real. In the process giving myself a chance to heal from all your 

shenanigans. See love, I’m a good woman, never mistreat you woman, never lie to woman, never cheat on you woman, by 

your side woman. Listen love listen. When we go on the rollacoaster again make sure he’s got the biggest dick in his pants

Fuck love! I got a love hangover.

-Iris Gipson

art by Paul Warren

Transcend(m)ental Austin, (TX Meditation)

strangely I feel popular tonight

I read equally as much as the feature

if not more; I met a hot coffee lover

who works at the coffeehouse.

& I met Thom,

read a bunch, Also

wrote much & also

became very intimate with

another writer who became

my greatest admirer in a second.

getting high, a joint bigger than

my middle finger, some

“rednecks” in college or who own a ranch

gave it to me because they understand

what it’s like

to be down & out and needing to get high.

The Girl- the Poetess- knew that my

prayer beads were a representation

of Kali… also Siva..

yet I call her Civashema;

Bring your dark nipple through

the crust of earth & feed me

your opaque milk.

touch me with your tongue of fire,

& reduce immortality to ash.

Give me my desire,

in spir (it)at_ion_al _AEON_

The Law: state, city & county

always going by

 I masturbated under my sweater

sitting on this bench

8th & Guadalupe street

as you taunted me with your silence

MAMA!

it’s not enough to sustain!

stop teaching me pain!

I WANT BLOOD!

I WANT TO FEEL YOUR EVERY

THOUGHT DREAM NIGHTMARE

SCREAM VEIN! VEIN! VEIN!

don’t forget the vein!

the coffee’s not working anymore..

 – FUCK ME BITCH-

I AM so frustrated!

if I got to stay inside

this thrown together

shit suit(!);

I WANT GRAVITY’S CHAINS

OFF MY SPIRIT!

it’s too much weight

I cannot breathe

once loved

Now penetrated by a thousand shards

of the sun,

you still re fusing kiss.

the empty streets are like noise caving

in on itself

foolish madness

for marijuana theater

dreaming

of even

driving a car

or fingering your best girl

in the backseat

bus station on Congress & 7th took a walk round capitol

building. went to the main entrance. hunted

snipes. continuously talking to myself as I smoked a

joint no more than sixty yards from the main steps to

the capitol.

thought of motion;

like I said the next bus stop

no freaking snipes- nothing;

all these hobo’s & no tobacco

anywhere-

-FLEE, YOU GOT TO

SMOKE A BLUNT ON THE TOP STEP-

DO IT FOR YOUR COUNTRY!

SMOKE A BLUNT ON THE TOP FRONT STEP OF THE CAPITOL

BUILDING. I dare you

High as Pluto

dreaming

about mercury

Ice compared to fire

both

enveloping

one another

/ JOY \!!

The world is resting

on a tear

too many times cried

& there’s nothing left to live for

& all the doors

that go into buildings

look like skulls–

SHE LOVED

THE PRAYER BEADS

WHY NOT, IT MADE HER A GODdESS!

& only few of us

remind the others of us THAT IT’S ONLY FEAR! 

throttling

all thought

for

torture

I haven’t had eyes for 18 years!

now; what’s wrong with you?

stumbling

out of love for

an infinitesimal

UNIVERSE

that gave me madness

for my soul

yet. that’s co/mit/ment

MENT to COmMIT

why do light years go by in a flash

& seconds take an eternity?

I do not understand why she smiles?

when I find out! she will love

me the rest of my days

– can I find a motherfucking snipe anywhere?

I miss my mother more than any motherfucker-

and all she was: the first tormenter

the rest pretended to be what she

would’ve been if my uncle

MERRITT

hadn’t blown his gulliver

all over his mobile

trailer before I was

born or around

or during

I AM THE VAPOR OF AN UNCLE

I NEVER KNEW

HAUNTED BY A DEAD GRANDMOTHER

WHO ALSO I NEVER KNEW

ALL SHE DID WAS DRINK HOT TEA

& SMOKE CHESTERFIELD KINGS

the presence of reality?

last on my list of priorities…

I am possessed by my history

sometimes oppressed

some depressed

falling short of glory

every time

when the chemicals are necessary

to breathe without

suffocating

in between

shadow

&

dream

only motivated from mantras

of other giants

first thought best thought

it never ends

if you can’t talk to the living

expect no better audience from the dead

&

trampled, oblivious, silent;

you’ll sing the deepest song you’ve ever sung:

& it’ll be yours

-Merritt Waldon

art by Shane Allison

For anthology that is practically the antithesis of love, these poets, writers and artists demonstrated a lot of…love but fuck love.

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