SEDUCTION
SEDUCTION + DEATH ATOP T.O. TOWNHOUSE
A Fall wasp is rubbing himself on me before I know it
sweet stinger will be under the skin of my left knee Usually
no innocent bystander I cannot say that I seduced Mr. Wasp
today Here I lay sprawled under skybluesky He sniffs me & I
remind him of decomposing honeybun he landed on at noon
What will he get other than certain death from stinging me?
A chance to ride a poet for a moment + provoke ecstatic confessions
Now loud cursing from the rooftop where sticky with honeygarlicsauce
I lay All is strangely quiet as blue turns to reddish purple Summer
ebbing away My 90 yr. old mother says: I think he has eyes for you
I’ll arm-wrestle you for him I tell her as I slap Mr. Wasp in an urban
girlfrenzy now a yellow mush on the floor In the city aggression builds
as snow threatens + aging Canadians sing songs around campfires
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End of Summer 2014
