aayoung
i want him
to slide his tongue
into my mouth
atop the grand staircase
at the art museum
my back arching over the brass rail
as he pushes his hardness
into my skirt
making marble columns quake
as the stained glass saints
and watchful docents
turn their heads to blush
he counts the syllables
of my haiku hoping my math is wrong
he sets his alarm clock for 2 a.m.
to wake up and purposefully misdial my phone
he would deny me water after soaping
he would wage war on my dinner plate
by squashing to death all the baby peas
he fantasizes about my being seated
on the bus seat in front of him
so he could pull my pigtails
he would rip off all the heads of my dolls
he would walk a thousand miles out of his way
just to kick my cat
he wears a hair shirt
and regularly gives himself a good lashing seeking store brand martyrdom
he curses raccoons
for dragging away the dead horse
he so loves beating
all because i do not desire him
he does everything except
leave me the fuck alone