he has a lizard
in his mouth it flicks it flicks
seismic me he sends
i understand how
to conduct a proper love affair
on paper
medium pasta shells garlic cheese broccoli saturday dinner
i caught my husband
pretending to be a fly
buzzing around shit
i love my husband's
pajama bottoms i en-
vision his demise
wounded prehistoric beasts whine or
a husband practices trumpet
hot tea milk and honey hot tea milk and honey hot tea milk and hon
i did not paint you
while i dreamt about albert
goldbarth i did not
happy all day i have been leaping off of fat margins into
space
scream into snowbanks you get
fogged glasses also great views of nothing
he smokes smells lets out
noxious fumes from his butt hole
wrinkled by much use
i caught my husband again buzzing near the trash in his underwear
he has a good face
i love him even as i
buy life insurance
Mary Kane
Beloit Poetry Journal
Volume 56, Number 2
Winter 2005/06
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