Apr 17, 2012


Written by Kimberly Grey

Read by Gary McDowell

When I wanted you bird, you bared.
Unzipped and high, you grasped
the bedpost and begged,
Isn’t this all for truth?
I ran through the snow
and you were there.
You said let’s love like the lotus
but how does the lotus love?
The storm licked us
wet. I wanted a lovemonger.
You were a warmonger, a stingy
color, a west. When I say
I’m going east, you say screw me
in half. Darling, this isn’t violence.
You are more than deliberate.
The wind blows me this way.
I am figuring you out.