Disclosure from Mars
Don’t say last nerve.
Don’t say red
isn’t my color. Rust, butterscotch.
I’ll melt when it matters. Meaning yes
the way these syllables move
I won’t shut up about. Watch me
husband around you. All of it
runaway and random. Okay but
I don’t care when you take
my ideas because you’re getting
my old ideas. I’m nobody’s first love
but anybody’s last. I come on too strong.
The long years of burning up
with wanting to say only it. Hey.
You Like That
Me being no one
it’s everything to know you.
You’d like it if I said that.
You’d think it were so great.
Me being no one
I think you’re such a dream
saying I’ll take one of everything,
calling me in from my own name.
All my favorite pop stars are singing
I want. Want you back
want your feeling
I want some more. I don’t want
to climb into my only pair of high heels
looking like I own the place
but it’s a start.
Not only love makes me bark.
Killer
I never had a sexual
awakening—
only an emotional one
the mother to her child
at the estate sale:
then don’t touch
anything
you’re afraid of!
/
each poem says…follow
my finger…
then…made you
blink!
/
if it’s true
about the flute and knife
being distant cousins
if each poem is
my fingers
in your mouth
