i was given the choice of an afterlifetime supply
of anything at all that my heart desired.
i didn’t much need to think: i asked, of course,
for fire.
how to make a man: a recipe
all the honey in the world
& curls, curls, curls
the loveliest eyes
of anticipated & much enjoyed mass destruction
patience & tenderness
& too much of it, really
if there ever was a man,
blushing women everywhere pray
the man is just like him.
i’m not sure what to say
but i’d be willing to
try. i just don’t understand
poetry. are you supposed
to be vague ?
it’s like you’re hiding
the message.