OMG
By Elisabeth Horan
QuailBellMagazine.com
QuailBellMagazine.com
I ripped the shit out of my meniscus
dancing drunk one slut-eyed dawn
dipped my partner = crunch, it
was over
my experimental lesbian days,
dancing, making out to Britney... sadly, were done.
so I have no knee to kneel on either
plus every time I've ever knelt I've been
raped from behind - metaphorically or not;
others will
decide this - so whatever - matters not.
but your hands, aha!
you've got it friend
look
how they can give without
being held
how they can quench thirst,
paint faces
finger neck lines
feed words
into mouths
like mine -
black ants/
red wine.
Yours are soft poet hands
if they were
to write me
they'd type:
i want to love you
i so want to give in to you -
but i can't only love you
this/this
much
the rest is really complicated
like
who is man and who is woman
and who is your daddy
and oh! the snails
and puppy dog tails -
but the hands, those hands -
hold my cheeks in the night
your thumbnail in my teeth
my tongue in your sleeve
why not just hold me this tight -
for when it be like this,
like Heaven, gone amiss - then
why the Hell would i ever want
to go to bed,
or even say, good night - ?
dancing, making out to Britney... sadly, were done.
so I have no knee to kneel on either
plus every time I've ever knelt I've been
raped from behind - metaphorically or not;
others will
decide this - so whatever - matters not.
but your hands, aha!
you've got it friend
look
how they can give without
being held
how they can quench thirst,
paint faces
finger neck lines
feed words
into mouths
like mine -
black ants/
red wine.
Yours are soft poet hands
if they were
to write me
they'd type:
i want to love you
i so want to give in to you -
but i can't only love you
this/this
much
the rest is really complicated
like
who is man and who is woman
and who is your daddy
and oh! the snails
and puppy dog tails -
but the hands, those hands -
hold my cheeks in the night
your thumbnail in my teeth
my tongue in your sleeve
why not just hold me this tight -
for when it be like this,
like Heaven, gone amiss - then
why the Hell would i ever want
to go to bed,
or even say, good night - ?