non-ode to a fan

not again

you should be blowing me away

instead you're stuttering

and groaning

your wings forming snail circles

leaving me to strip

strip

strip

until i'm naked under my top sheet

still sweating

thunder laughs

I showed him
my lifetime membership
to Become Pretty Gym.

"My trainer Joy
said after only a few weeks
the beauty I have buried
underneath all my layers
will sprout to the surface,"
I told him.

Rich bright brass laughs
erupted from his chest
and electrocuted my heart
igniting the rain cycle
in my tear ducts.

space

last night
you were in a sliver of my dream
in the bottom of my lemonade
intermingled in my scrabble pieces
and even in anne sexton's poetry
i didn't get upset or demand
you stick to your rules about boundaries
or your infinite need for space
but please god please
do not sneak into my nina simone vinyl again
or it will be me giving you more space
than you know how to contain

you give me moths baby

hi piffle! :) this is my first time. ha. (this is in honor of a certain george michael song)
...

my barely
put-back-together
heart acts like a
school girl
around him.
he makes my moths flutter.

my body sways in sync
with his lyrics:
i want your sex baby
you and me--
it's physical and natural.

i dream he's singing to me.
his nicotine breath
intermingling
with my goody two shoes
peppermint smell.

shivers chase the moths
when he sings
i love you so bad it hurts
don't you think it's time we had sex.

yes baby yes.