lost harvest

I know you like
Dorothy
best,
kneeling,
hands high,
tornado fingers twirling
in
and
out.
But we both know
if it was me
ass up,
lips pressed
ruby red
slipping on the
barn floor,
you would simply
blink
and go back
behind
the curtain.

mutiple choice

The truth is,
I keep my hair long
for you.
He is looking for the
Science Teacher’s Wife,
but doesn’t think
to look for her
in my company.
She loves a man
who knows beakers
but not chemistry
and comes to me
for a discussion of
solutions and reactions.
All I know are the
answers of
caffeine and alcohol
and their effects on
distance and desire.
But still,
she takes notes,
my history,
her textbook.
And I wish [...]