This is ridiculously awesome.
Date
Uncouth this desire to visit
and hope that upon my arrival
his hands go directly for my
belt loops which he will use
to pull me down into his bed
and dive, and dive to show me
that he’s missed me. I will push
back so that he is sure that I
have missed him too. Waiting,
I decide I better have a drink
or two to justify the dirty things
I will do if he asks, and maybe
if he doesn’t. Because when I
have to leave him again, I wan’t
him to be stricken by waves
of aftertaste.
The Coming Age
On the way to work through the rain
I stopped at the store for plastic in
the form of a bonnet to protect the hair
I had curled. I f ound none, but hadn’t
the balls to ask a clerk where whey
were. So I wandered the aisles fantasizing
that there’s a hidden area i the store
for old ladies and that instead of running
away from aging, I should embrace the
inevitable and take comfort in the coming
age of the special section where the fiber
supplements burst with tropical flavors
and incontinence garments really do look
like panties. I bought a beret and purple
sparkle nail polish so I could shimmer
in the meantime.
April
Days longer, I feel myself
ripen with a sneeze. But
I never look as sexy as
I feel because itching is
never hot, nor are puffy
red eyes. And scratching
violent suggests deeper
problems. I cannot lure
prey when the only messy
blowing he can envision
involves an inefficient
tissue, slurpy snot escaping.
I feel spring fever,
but show hay fever.
Liminal Woods
The beards of young men
glisten’d with wet;
the naked man won’t go,
the terrible thing happened.
Glee, this is not. Poison
with tiny shards of ice
made them shifty.
This is not my advice
to young people:
let silence drill its hole
but not love. One
could breathe it
green trousers and purple velour
obscenely jewel-toned,
the reflected gleams all dopey,
bright, green inside the skull
here. How incidental it seems,
what he needed: wreck, rescue.
