UNTITLED
Julie Schillinger
hard edged roughneck poems
wake me up at night
red neck blue collar sweaty
poems pissed off
shirt sleeves rolled up
spoiling for a fight
I beg them to be nice
but they wink, nudge each other
with boney elbows
conspiratorially
laughing, hands over mouths
and pointing their skinny fingers
like they know some secret
jokes on me
they won’t go until I choose one
as my lover, seducing him
stroking caressing massaging him
until he quietly
whispers to me from another room
calling my name in a sleepy loving voice
the others soon leave
slamming the door cursing under their breath
but I know they’ll be back
laying in wait and in disguise
like this one
