OK, here we have some aromantic feels, some accidental sexiness, and a poem that is just a little scrap of weird. Enjoy!
Here is What I Know of Boyfriends
They are mostly called Dave.
They start out small and badge-shaped
but grow like Japanese knotweed.
They wrap around you like vines, wrist-thick,
tendril-slender, sticky as ivy.
They take you places.
Their kisses are cigarettes and brandy.
They are very important.
They have very important eyes.
Did you know that if you snip the stem of a small, white rosebud, it will bounce on the hard ground like a marble? You can’t kill those soft, sweet things – they only harden in a blink, turn the texture of teeth, take on the lustre of pearls like they were born to it. A thwarted flower is worth a baker’s dozen bouquets and that is God’s honest truth my girl.
Old Heat New Thunder
We sleep and we don’t sleep on the deck
under an unfaithful sky.
My wideawake hands seek hipbone
They are a bunch of thumbs, all idle.
I could dip below deck, catch us some rum.
I could dip below sea like a ladle,
pour the waves on your hot feet.
I feel like the inside of a seed.
I feel like the bit of air that lightning runs through.
I feel like the itch sealed up inside a mermaid’s tail.
I feel okay, all things considered.
The sail fills right up and the heat breaks
loud enough to wake the whole ocean.
Comments are welcome! I know people get shy about commenting on poetry because there’s a misconception you’re supposed to say things like “Oh, I enjoyed the classical pastoral imagery in the second stanza but found the excessive use of assonance a little grating”. It’s a myth! Poetry is for everyone, regardless of how familiar you are with it.
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