Readiness

I change the sheets on my bed, your visit In this warm rose-blooming late November A slowly gathering truth, imminent A fear I am what you misremember My eyes, my mouth, my skin, a catalogue I scrub, I dust, I tidy, but myself I examine, unsure, quiet prologue Thoughts corroded, worry a salty delph You call, your voice a silken growl in me Intense declarations, desire reread You smooth me like cool sheets, say you want me Unhurried tenderness dissolves... Read More

Things I Miss About Being White Trash

The men are full of passion and ignorance Like fireflies and bulls and vicious dogs With wet pink tongues and eager, violent dispositions Muscled and deliciously out of control Like soul surfing on a raw white sea Every time I think about going back Losing the veneer of my career in the middle class Like a cheap nightie soaked in beer and sweat You know we never could afford air conditioning I can taste those days like sweat on my lip If I could scrape... Read More