You

And it will always 

come back to you 

offing that street 

lamp in your sunshine 

summertime smile, 

not a care left to 

care on your lips. 

And it will always 

come back to your 

fingers pressed 

hard and my tongue 

biting rocket 

flight as you licked 

me below the hips. 

And it will always 

come back to my 

promise and 

promise the 

promise to 

promise to tape 

it together again. 

And it will always 

come back

I will always 

come back 

to you. 

crouching

Underline your vacation
and try to get the tan
before the clouds roll in.

Catch that tan before
the man rolls in--
taught in shadows, read:

"You got turquoise nails
in all the right places"
like

"your turquoise nails
fill all my tight places"
but it's public outside.

an audience
--gnarled and enraged--
standing, waiting, in line

to take a short glance
at the President who can't
help but hug the kids

"Mr. President please,
big fan, but quick question
about your State of the Union"

with the swat up and
behind the Sir who has an
oblong office space.

re-spond

don't fly
so fast
because i'm
waiting to
be the last

so high
so rash
i'm trying
too hard to
be the last

not here
you're mad
while you're
telling me you won't
be the last

i want you to care
i want it to crash
i want you to need
to be my last

the subway club

you square the inches between us.
(square tiles
square miles)
squared inches that you

toss away
sunday morning with a
paper.
(stolen)
from the stand
when the coffee man
turned away to toast
your bagel. i watched
you smile at the news

in the laundry mat
waiting for your load of
whites.

later, when you admitted
you stole my
fishnets
like you stole his
paper,
i thought it was a
funny way to
introduce yourself.

you dropped my
dirty fishnets
(very dirty)
into your load of
boxer briefs.

later, i blushed when you
handed them to me.
later, i blushed when you
pushed back my hair,
my skirt,
my (now clean) fishnets.
later, i blushed when you
were panting on me

and i told you that
i thought it was a
funny way to
introduce yourself.

Wish you were her*e

Yearly and herely 

so nearly it's time 

for your dark eyes 

and just a splash 

of corona with lime 

"I'll marry you someday" 

Heather scented: you're mine

bAmbi.

knighted for prosody
for the art of texting
vocally
for the ability to make a
fool
out of all the kids she
thought were cool.

knighted for embarrassment
for charges of sexual
harassment
for graffiti on the bathroom stall
to match graffiti
on the courtroom wall.

they call her 'sir'
because she's a knight
and she likes it better
than dame.
they all wanted her
at the party that night
but she flipped them the bird
and drove off
all the same. 

knighted for intellectuals
for a talent worth
dollar bills
for shooting up to feel
alright
and pretending her needle
will make her a knight.

coo

stirring dreams, moving
mania; our eyes are closed
as the clock rings through.

fingers become sheets
washed so well. last night we made
the bed, all naked.

today its unmade.
time is singing out, but we
pretend it's silent.

with eyes still shut you
touch the fragile morning with
'five more minutes, love.'

tonight we will drink
wine from the bottle, or box,
music on the tongue--

water down the red,
before, just un café
et une cigarette

and why should we not?
wake up to the tangled wind
because we are here.

five minutes have passed.
still fast asleep. still asleep.
we can't say goodbye

if you refuse to
wake up. we both know you're here
to pull my stitches

out one by one. but
you do not see that it's done.
i have ripped them out.

wake up now to say
goodbye. 'five more minutes, love'
have passed. it is time.