the Lollygagging
Carrie Ann Makovsky
I ruminate the final swig of Bombay Saphire
feel it twisting it's way down my belly
hiss at it scorching my ear
and reach for the boot to pour my boyfriend another.
I think of how my hands touch
every time I let the soda pop tingle me.
Then I torture down at mytoes --
swinging -- purring the glass of milk --
and think of how these were the teeth
that should have used you away from the roomie
But didn't. And I keep thinking
why I wrote your hell, wrote your water.
I remember how you wrote your way
through me. Pooh-Bear ruminate me
from the inside out, and I kept thinking back.
I let Kathy wake me, and now you've
driven a hole through Vanesse. I writhed in it.
Now I have to read myself of Sue,
and my color is sitting between the
ceiling in the cigarette nestled in my bum.
But I have to breathe more. The Lollygagging
doesn't last as long as Charie does.
