more painful
than losing the baby
was watching you cry
and
me remembering
the November
your sweet excuse
for everything was,
“Hey, I’ve got a pregnant wife at home…”
Tag: Relationships
a hard-boiled detective
would describe me all gum-shoe mickey spillane
as a serial passion killer
beneath a slow moving ceiling fan
swaying to a street corner saxophone
smoke unfurling through suspicious window shades
into a neon-lit city of perpetual night
feet propped on his overworked desk
waxing how this dish
she takes a powder
varies her modus operandi
jealousy mistrust stubborn convictions
yet what is unquestionably hers
are the exit wounds
she leaves on the guy
i’m guilty
of compartmentalizing
my life
no one will know each other
at my funeral
Robert Stack will narrate
the unsolved mysteries
there will be several unknown
oddly distraught
handsome gentlemen
friends from all over
and family
who will conduct it
like a senate hearing
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the sort meant for kissing
he told me
i had the most beautiful lips
heart shaped
the sort meant for kissing
so i showed him
they were capable
of so much more
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t’ain’t shakespeare, folks
i knew it was love
when i laid my head
on his lap
and he said,
“oh, that feels good,
my dick in your hair…”
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unstable market
there comes a point
in ill-fated relationships
when a woman realizes
that dick equity
isn’t enough
she leans back all cleopatra
with an asp in her purse
and tells him,
“bite me”
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house of mirth
the first time
i heard him laugh
i knew
that was the laugh
i wanted to hear
for the rest of my life
when i was 15
i had my belly button pierced
my cool ass mom
took me and my best friend renee
to permanent productions
a tattoo and piercing shop
owned by
the da vinci of body modification
in cincinnati
down on hamilton avenue
northside
the little rainbow flag bedecked
neighborhood
where my brother
would die of aids
three years later
my mom signed for me to get the piercing
she watched with delight
as mike pinched with triangular forceps
then shoved the needle through my skin
but my mom is where i get my wild
this was long before the aerosmith video
with alicia silverstone getting pierced
in a grunge plaid shirt
with her long white girl hair
that spawned a million
middle class girls to emulate her
i found this little boutique downtown
on race street
after i started to drive
called
a little shop of kinks
it was a gay clothing
sexual fetish
and art deco antique store
with the best selection
of body jewelry in town
sometimes renee and i
would take mom with us
when we went shopping there
we would peruse
the sex toy
side of the store
cages
enemas
cuffs
clamps
ball gags
a trapeze
sex swings
leather daddy
and bondage apparel
paddles
whips
and the biggest selection
of dildos you’ve ever seen
one day
my mom held up
a giant natural skin dong
approximately three feet long
and ten inches in diameter
at eye level
and queried loudly
in her southern kentucky accent
“Well, what in the hell do you need a root that big for?”
we died laughing
and i had never loved her more
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love is lovelier
being with him
was the same experience
as listening
to frank sinatra jr.
you’ve heard the song before
and you’ve heard it sung better