姐姐 (jiějiě)

She wears fat on the white dress shirt. No apron, butter rivers a lair at its bottom. Sleeves roughed up the elbow, her elegance is accessorized. Hard face, resting bitch, she smiles a man’s eyes. Breaks them. Long hair squared in a chopstick bun. She could take care of you, drop you a little strand in your soup, or she could pin you to the board. Trussed in the finest twine, lubed in citrus marinade. Your shoulders, hammered with a dildo. She tells you to shut up while she slips into the harness. Guts you down the drain, food dispenser blades. Her jaw shadows 45 degrees, she uses it to grate star anise. She trusts the pan. Knows what she wants, fries you upside down, scoops you inside out. She washes her hands. Girl dinner.