Wednesday, October 01, 2008

dccxcv

I would put myself on the Kinsey scale about in the middle
between dancing and sex

                                                                      —Carla Harryman

“Good boy,” he says.
The mirror says nothing,
wasn’t meant as funny,
and cannot be seen.

Being able to live again,
be reborn, saved.   Cert
ainly a pleasure.   But
why unwanted?   I.

Value reinvention, new
ly elided plotlines (
not omitted but slurred
over).   Surely that’s

NOT the word.   Mix
it up make it new.   I
wanna be loved by
you by you.   And

maybe others.   For
peanut reasons.
It wasn’t too hot
on the dance

floor.   I like it
wet.   Send me a
check next week.