Danielle Pafunda
from The Desire Spectrum is Dead to Me Now

1.

 

Which of these things do you want to put your mouth on?

Petroleum wedding cake, wire hanger,

plate three: a silicone stopgap.

 

This is a stick-up.  This is an insomnia drill. 

There are ex-lovers in the room;

they turn on whale song before you can stop them

and call the vagina a spider-shed shell.

 

They love nature.

 

During the weeping, I squint at my watch.

I tap its face.  Tilt wrist to ear.  Listen.

 

There are birds at the window.  Or roaches.

There is a pit in which worms

have grown as thick as my wrist.

 

You can’t drive here.  The roads are slick

with it. 

 

In the genital shack, I find cocks

that look exactly like cocks I’ve found on men.

 

Everything is perfect.

 

Everything note is pitching.