Lockjaw: in Two Acts

Overture

 

The bedroom was mounted just so,

and the bed was ornate, just right,

and she was seated like a framed picture.

 

First Act

 

She looked me up and down,

asked if I was ready.

 

“Slide your hand across my thigh.”

            So I did.

            “Slide your hand across my breast.”

            So I did.

            “Slide your hand across my cheek.”

            So I did.

            “Slide your hand across my lips.”

 

Entr’acte            

           

I did…

and she bit me

with the passion of

the gnawed zephyr—teeth

of hyacinth—enameled,

gray, and red—

 

Second Act

 

The broken back

of our sick flower.

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