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Anna Zagerson Nov 2012
I am a guest in your house
I tiptoe carefully down dark corridors while everyone is asleep
I do not eat your food without asking
I borrow your towels, shampoo, and soap
I eat with a knife and fork
I am on my best behavior.
I'm leaving now.
Taking my bags, my overnight clothes, afraid of leaving something behind
I don't want to come back here for anything, and if I leave something here (a little piece of me)
I know I'm never going to see it again.
Anna Zagerson Nov 2012
Oh I know what lonely is
Lonely is every modern song that reminds me you're not here
Lonely is the smile he gives her on the screen you gave me once
I know what lonely is
And he's no friend of mine.
Anna Zagerson Oct 2012
If I loved lustily like a man,
I'd strip it all down.
I'd take away her oohs and ahhs until only her yeses were left.
If I loved her like a man,
I'd remove her woman's mystery.
I'd tell her she was doing it wrong and show her someone who did me right instead.
I'm glad I don't love quite like a man
Some days, it's easier being a woman.
Anna Zagerson Oct 2012
Unsticking our young dimpled thighs from the leather seats
We swirl sodas, lemon bitter, in the back of your moma's old car with the fresh smell
Banging our shins into the metal girding of Coney Island's landmark Ferris wheel,
We were landmarks ourselves, clutching each other hard, squeals high in our throats
Caught there with the lemon soda and honey grains of covered peanuts
Salt Wind ruffled our hair and his name was Billy, he was ours for the summer
We danced with him sharp and gentle on our legs covered in girl fuzz
Isn't it just grand to have our taunts and jeers still rough in our bodies,
Still young and sweet enough to draw lines across each other's palms, and promise We are Sisters;
'Cause you know tomorrow, we'll forget it all.
Anna Zagerson Sep 2012
Be my lazy Saturday
Open yourself up to me
Spread yourself on my pillow
Roll the gentle waves of your auburn glory on my sheets
Cover your ******* with the fresh print of newspages
Haiti hurricanes on your left, wedding vows on the right
A new government in Ukraine trailing its’ tale down your belly
When did we get so political, dear? It’s just us, here
I kiss you beneath the flap of its end
Be my lazy Saturday
Open up to me.
Anna Zagerson Sep 2012
You come
Undun
With the stroking of my index finger/Writhing as I drink in your
Pleasure/Amusing/Your face/As I pluck
Your strings, like a lute/Faces like the Muses when they sing
Se-x/Is like oranges/The probing of their tender-sweet flesh/Fresh/
And vital/As I push apart the layers
To Release your Song.
Anna Zagerson Sep 2012
I fear for myself at thirty, forty for these walls of life’s Gloom
Are closing fast on the cubicle of my Young existence
Like a tepidly-loved first job that becomes your Life’s Work
And with each head-rushing spin of that ageing Despair, your Life’s Blood ebbs
Slowly, painfully; I am an old woman beneath this taut flesh, beneath these soft lips.
I am as withered as Summer’s first raspberry
Whose Juice has fully been Drunk.
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