Nothing is unwritten. Every moment is carvedIn cut stone. What stranger brushes the crowdUnseen, unnamed, atomic,Your future lover, nemesis, anonymousNow but pulsing through spaceOn orbit to smack you some dark day,Your delicious snowball of doom? So go, solitary one, and spinThrough your space, lone and dim.Untraced, I streak the starsIn inimitable ovals, glitter-sprungDarkling frost. Seasons wingUs on, and, sure-set,The...

This is to complain about morning-sex sheets.The cream cheese muffins lightly nukedCouldn’t politely be refused, butThen you go and sit your bare ass down On my side, and I washed these sheets on Sunday.You know how anal I am. And though I rollSometimes onto the guest side and soak The ghost up of your fleeting heat, I do like to lie here and read,But I hate laying VogueWhere somebody’s ass has lain. (Lover, note the lay/...

If I said something before about the plumbingWell, please, kindly disregard any such concern.I won’t bring it up, if it comes upI’ll waive it away For though there is some problem with the drainsIt really really ruinsMy peace of mind taking it from behindHard up against the wall, wet Having to think about fungus spores Gore-green, mustered in flakes shaken looseOr clotting your nails, and the hairball smellsWhen pipes com...

There’s next to no sense in anything fun:Whims, like winds, startle roofs with their rages.We’ve liquored and loved, before, till the sunShushed us off to sleep like sober sages.Quiet, this house now keeps saner hoursWhere wandered wishes’ eyes I kiss tight shutWhen, wistful, I wonder upon our bower,That bed, where, lonely, I toss in a rut. No fun! But fitful dreams pen hard demandsUpon the book of my hesistant heart,Thes...

Is it safe to feed the ducks? Is it goodFor them? Probably not. They’ll fend for themselves,No? And these Sunday breakfast remains Are mine. Croissant flakes, and the bitterAche of coffee! Dull clouds driftAbove, and the light is so dim and pure, The pond a quicksilver sheen, and the ducksWell-fed and warm, I’m sure. ShortlyA rain will start to streak. By then We’ll be in the car, or at its door.I want to walk and linger...

I may have to put on five or ten pounds,I so like this contentment. I like the feelof your belly, sticky, against my skin. You kiss me again, slippy tongue snug beneathmy earlobe. Hair fluffs against my throat. Your thighslides heavy over me, a bother that melts my heart in a puddle, in a place too clear.This is bad. You’re living with your grandparents.You spend too many hours on tumblr, instead of your thesis. I think y...

If you’re going to live out contradictionsPut them all on the same page at least?I did, I did! I rage and pleaBut oh, I spill my tea.In all the fume and excitement I forget almostThis ecstasy dyes out the daily plannerAnd makes my hours a wash.Did you see the rain? The sky collapsesAnd putters, putters, and the laundered specksDrizzle past pebbles as out the pipes they fly.Oh, Daisy! Don’t say it’s just water,There are bu...

Ethics, this is the slutI told you aboutBlush summons sentenceServed knee-high I can tellShe’s never bent this far BeforeAlice wears brief skirtsWeighs the legal optionsVermont Sodom ThunderWonderStudent debt and studded collarGo-go justice prefers house music arrestBottled brunettesLatex and fishnetsPrime pills and pumping fistJury-rigged troth's still better than noneThreeways thrice excel being oneYour heart's cell kno...

Wrap yourself warm in a blanketTill I’m there to buck you up Tonight. Gladly I’ll gladdenYou-- wrap your cock in my hand,Blow you balmy against the chilling wind--When you see me nextLace my face with your jizzWarm my throat with white gushPlant your seed, womb-deepAnd cede the remainder to my ass’s account. Oh how shall I say itWith that subtle, prize-fraught irony of old?That I love love love love love love loveYouYes I...

My mother-in-law is a good person. Good to her two grown children. Good to her grandkids-- I’ve given her two of them. A good mother herself, and a heartbroken one, for the daughter she lost, lost when my husband was ten. She’s good to me: kind, thoughtful; yes, like a second mother. In the eyes of God, probably, better than the one I had. Better than my stepmother, surely. And a loving and faithful wife, that too she was...

I thought to instruct the birds--now, wings bowed and boundI'm sinking in the diminishmentof a skylark’s looney tune Larking, loose-limbed and giddyturning skycarts in the dappled sunwhile I, enchanted, shrinkTo a little pool of bedazzlement--

You can start without meYou can finish tooI can come laterI can start you over again If I need you toI like to lick itI like to watchI like to think About it, how it happensHow I’ll go downOr how it all comes outI’m a fantasist Like that, I’m fickleI’m well-behavedI’m growing on you I’m growing wet I’m going to stay hereAnd watch what you doI’m waiting for your moveI might pray for some Angels who’re gonna stopAll this ru...

I. Here stands that same famous Helen of TroyWho lately fired men and ships, her towersForsaken like her promise to prince or king,For other loves deserted, different desires. Goddess-crowned, immortal, her beauty beamsGold on white beaches and fires the waves.Many seasons have fled, nations have wakedAnd borne down in flames their extinguished fate, Yet this same Mediterranean laps her heels.Still plays her amorous games...

A blush--mysimple treasuregiven overto whomever catches--myartless eyein springtimeswimming blithe cross the streetswith lovers fullthis fluent heatwakes buds anew I’m pink nowwith desirefor you I’ll giftthis tingled fireif you catch meI'll unfurlfor softest kissthis secret pearl 

My most foolish fantasyIs to eat comeOn cream cheesecake Maybe with sprinkledStrawberry gooAnd then the jism too I had thought almostTo have one of my heroinesEat some up like this But that’s a disgusting fateTo serve up for themEven though they’d be up For it. As for meI can see the dessert plateRinged round with neat strands Of the stuff. Maybe a fewNeat globules on topOf puffs of whipped cream. And if I like it,“Garcon...