on the weekend, we will go to a play.
some will bring their children.
the play will change many lives.
at intermission, I will want to leave.
you will lead the hand of the man
sitting next to you
to my ankle. he will use
the weight of his chin, the lullaby
of his baby lolled head.
I will not be able to hold
the brief kiss of my knees.
to see his hand
you will lift my skirt
from behind. I will ask
that you
be furious.
Jul 20, 2012
Jul 20, 2012 at 3:39 PM UTC
on the weekend, we will go to a play.
some will bring their children.
the play will change many lives.
at intermission, I will want to leave.
you will lead the hand of the man
sitting next to you
to my ankle. he will use
the weight of his chin, the lullaby
of his baby lolled head.
I will not be able to hold
the brief kiss of my knees.
to see his hand
you will lift my skirt
from behind. I will ask
that you
be furious.
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