an offering, obtusely

10 Jan


an offering, obtusely


a couple of dreamers

stretched like party streamers

worn out by a long holiday


we were the decorations

resting hushed on the couch

but when I spoke

it was as though there was a purdah separating us

and you couldn’t really see me clearly

and couldn’t stand it

and then misunderstood

so after I walked to the bathroom

you knocked too quickly

and walked in stubbornly

“to talk about art”

without panties to make you stumble

across the point you wanted to make

and after it was all done

the edible woman wept

because her fig turned into desire

with no tongue erudite enough to taste its fruit


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Jack Tsoy Tumult

Morose Pontifications and Other Poetic Ramblings

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