pick a spot turn, drop to
blundering, wondering, numbering.
take a chair,
stop. cease. release. in one piece. no niece.
(I’m too young and far more likely.)
flirting, skirting, inverting
my face so it’s me,
to a tee, and now free, to be, prett-ee,
block this sock
take a bow you have wowed them all with how you
stop 1..2 stop 4..5 stop 7.. and
the evanescent thump of you
pervading in my inappropriate parts–
to the second gender that smells as sweet,
to the separate lender who I never keep,
sweep my wave again,
pulse my crave my friend
because there are where the words lie;
because this is why I cannot cry.
caught in the mind of me,
all in the thought of three.