Professional Documents
Culture Documents
1.
After forwarding on the email about one word that
Describes you
I notice that most of my forwarded addresses are to all the men
I’ve loved since you.
The ones that send the best bits are the ones I never even kissed.
2.
I took a picture personality quiz on face book the other day
The results said I am cosmopolitan, fashionable and ambitious.
Physically
Passionate and need to take care of myself so I don’t break.
Of all of them. You were the one real thing that I never expected.
3.
There was, of course, nothing real about you.
You are a concocted figment of your own imagination, we know
The best part of us was the drama you wrote between my thighs.
4.
Juan writes that I am ‘striking’ and in a postscript tells me he is still
hot for me/
I remind him that the last time I was in town, he conveniently
invented a girlfriend
To avoid seeing me.
He reminds me of the way his mouth and hands slide over my
curves
How wet I was when he came into me.
I remind him that one night is not enough to decide about anything
as important as
Lust. He reminds me that we could never have topped perfection
which is
Probably true.
5.
Ah, the stupidity of desire, the foolishness of lust.
The phone calls, the frantic meetings,
the time running out against your last orgasm
the hurried train ride back to the 1000th goodbye
the tears and the making up
And the lies. Oh god, don’t forget the lies
which drip down my cleavage
rip out my heart make me aware of the blood pumping
Through it..
Such aphrodisiacs are only forged
by madmen and callow youth.
6.
The poet I fell for as a girl still sends me
little tokens of his esteem.
I find each word delicious . I write him poems I never send.
I don’t want to see the dullness creep into his language in
response.
He trusts our asexual selves,
fears the demands of love and women, especially one like me.
He is probably right.
7.
I am alone in London, suffering from a too wide bed.
For the first time in my life I wear pyjamas.
The cool sheets on my naked body would remind me there is
no hard body next to mine to turn to.
I have the steady drip of loss and love
like a Chinese torture in my head..