doris delay
Bluelighter
I shrug off his Buick LeSabre
Blonde Boy, his fizzy radio packs the car
with romantic static.
“maybe I should drive,” I say,
not really caring. he thinks
he could show me a thing or two,
his stoned precision on the freeway
baby, I could land a plane
at the party he tells a story
about a dream he sometimes has
where he’s in Vegas,
I’m wary of dreams
but we’d kill for the same things,
like Turkish Delight
or Isabella Rossellini in Green Porno.
I once thought I was a dyke,
I tell him. he takes it as a challenge.
upstairs, his skin thins out in front of me
like a petition
a line of red orchids
are sucked up inside the plastic.
he loosens his top button,
defenseless on the pull-out sofa.
I’d drop everything to be
an Air Hostess, I feel like saying.
...
my eyes focus on his mouth,
I try to think who he reminds me of
like this, vacant as a man
and Southern.
his dumb tone drags across the air.
I think of maple syrup.
he calls it Mojo
...
At night I count sad rhythms
in his chest,
his unsympathetic jaw falling open
like a ceremony.
Blonde Boy, his fizzy radio packs the car
with romantic static.
“maybe I should drive,” I say,
not really caring. he thinks
he could show me a thing or two,
his stoned precision on the freeway
baby, I could land a plane
at the party he tells a story
about a dream he sometimes has
where he’s in Vegas,
I’m wary of dreams
but we’d kill for the same things,
like Turkish Delight
or Isabella Rossellini in Green Porno.
I once thought I was a dyke,
I tell him. he takes it as a challenge.
upstairs, his skin thins out in front of me
like a petition
a line of red orchids
are sucked up inside the plastic.
he loosens his top button,
defenseless on the pull-out sofa.
I’d drop everything to be
an Air Hostess, I feel like saying.
...
my eyes focus on his mouth,
I try to think who he reminds me of
like this, vacant as a man
and Southern.
his dumb tone drags across the air.
I think of maple syrup.
he calls it Mojo
...
At night I count sad rhythms
in his chest,
his unsympathetic jaw falling open
like a ceremony.
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