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The Hiss Quarterly Vol. 5 ~ Issue 1 Fourth Annual NC17 Issue Naughty Bits |
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 Pin-up Girl in Keyhole |
2 Haiku
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Coital Realism She told me not to come. So I didn’t. She said she’d find it herself. It was inside her, somewhere. She didn’t need my help. The questions that must plague her: How to unite body and mind? How to forget the self enough to let go? What is the psychological/ bio-chemical difference between pleasure and pain? Which undergraduate degree is best to understand natural carnality? Biology? Physiology? Mathematics and Geometry? Poetry? Woman’s Studies? There’s nothing pragmatic about her concerns. There’s no reason to search for something already there. One shouldn’t leave one’s home with company in the living room, but if she wants to be away with me here, then let her away. Nothing can bring her attention back now. I’m not as ambitious as I once was, so let her find it herself, in her college yearbook with circular signatures and lifetime promises, in her mother’s box of antique jewelry, in her first studio apartment where she knew much skin before mine, in for-lease warehouse rooms wide as parking lots, as musky as men’s bathrooms, where the doors are never really locked. I might as well lop off my head and roll it down the sidewalk like a pineapple, my body dropping to the pavement as though the bones dissolved, immediately, into my blood. It might find its way, my pineapple-head, to her door, might even pick up enough steam on the incline to bang its way inside, whether she be home or not to relock the deadbolt. |  Lost My Head, Girl in Bathing Suit |
