Here's a poem that first appeared in Harpur Palate. Thanks for reading, and I'll be back at you tomorrow when I recover from the semester!
Fantasy
Tell me yours and spare no detail.
I am dining on men tonight. Do
you need a secretary to take down
your every brilliant word before you
even say it? A nurse to bathe those
parts that you could reach if it weren’t
for the iv? Love doesn’t matter here.
I’m not one of those women who is going
to make you say it. I’m whatever you
need, baby, until one night I beat you half
to death with a baseball bat I have hidden
under my bed in case of an intruder. No
one knows what can happen in the dark.
7 comments:
Mr. Big Shot gets a bad break, but not with the bat. Have a good one baby, cool poem, and you deserve a cold one for all that schoolin'.--Bob Cousy
Didn't I see you on 8 Mile when I was picketing the abortion clinic?--Cardinal Spellman
Sounds like She is being everything she does not want to be.
Only until She gets tired of it.
I like this one !
Go Wings! Make Marty Turco see stars with Detroit goals!!!!Make him forget where he went to college!!!Go Winged Wheelers!!!On to the Stanley Cup!!!Beat Dallas!!!--JLCGULL
But I bet the sex was good up until that moment when the shit with the bat happened.
Dammmmnnnn Girlllllll!
I...this is....holy shit!
I think I'll just stay home tonight, put on some sweats and watch TV with a beer as a friend tonight. And uhh thanks for the warning. ha ha ha ha ha.
Peace
mark
prob with baseball bats: too big/heavy
solution: the 18 - 24 inches cut off the butt end of a pool cue!
so easy to swing, even single-handed :P lol
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