Wanting with her
I want a stupid
healthy spaniel, who
will love me for the food
I give it til it dies
I want a wide red
futon, and a friend
jabbering platitudes
when I am a-flounder
I want a nasty
woman, with a pink
lip, with a gold pantsuit,
with a mute hairless cat
I want an oven, self
cleaning, self baking, self
serving up dripping
hot chickens and cows
I want a serving
wench, a launderess
to open her legs and
make killer knishes
I want a loud wet
parrot to sit on
the healthy spaniel, and
spatter jackhammer caws
I want my cervix
to regrow like the tail
of a gecko, with the drive
of a hit-man
I want a fat-cheeked,
hash-tagged reason to rally,
a tube of gloss,
two bad hombres in heels,
subways spattered
with bloody panty ads,
a reason to make a new
human that’s better
than wanting to
Posted 10/25/16