Last night,
I got out a bottle of Jack Daniels,
a blanket, an old stereo,
shaved everywhere,
lit candles in the house,
he’d told me he was coming over,
I thought about how we would sit outside on the porch,
I thought about how we would drink whiskey,
I thought about how we would kiss.
Our kiss wouldn’t have been an ordinary kiss,
Our kiss would lead him to realize I was who he wanted.
He never came over.
I finished all the Jack Daniels on the porch,
listened to the metal on the swing grind
as I pushed back and forth.
This morning I began to read my book for school,
“The Tupinamba were known to be cannibals.”
I wonder if he is just scared that’s why,
“They loved human flesh.”
During the show last week I know saw him looking at me the whole time,
“The fingers and grease around the liver were specialties, saved for distinguished members.”
I’ll wear my new jeans tonight at the party, they make my **** look good,
“The smaller muscles in the legs were distributed equally among the children.”
But.. he said he likes that black dress of mine… I'm going to wear that,
“Old women rushed to drink the warm blood.”
I put down the book.
Outside my window the rain came in louder waves.
Tonight would be cold.
Showing my legs would be ridiculous.
