Tuesday, July 19, 2016


Hair swept
up and
back in a
dizzying cloud,

breasts newly freed,
now swinging
apart overhead, and—

what happens next, 

you'll use
as a weapon 

against the frittering flat
of your life. 


Fact is—
no time
was really
the first time
you dreamed this.

the last time 
you do, 
it'll only be important to you 

that you did—and now 
you don't, and soon
you won't, 

but still 
you'll love to lie 
back and reenact the act

of knowing 
that you knew how to
imagine it

from time to time, when the 
mood strikes.