Construction
Heather Dyer
“Hey,Baby, I
Get off
at four.
We could make
some noise,
know what I
Mean?”
as a
Snake
to force himself on me
in his mind.
Or maybe the other way round--
I don’t know.
It’s his mind.
All I know
is that three blank blankets
can’t keep me warm anymore.
And poptarts
Taste
better cold,
but I heat them anyway.
Slide them down
city streets.
Let the neon signs
Hiss with their “Bigger-Than-Life” “S”’s
and do their work.
I’m afraid I’m missing out.
One shot
in the D-A-R-K, dark
Miss Suzy and her boyfriend
are kissing in the park.
How far does he think?
And can she keep warm?
