reading
i always like to look
under the
print
printed
cover of the book
look at the drab
grey
brown
navy
olive
canvas
the embossed title
hear it
grown and yawn under my
fingernails
fingernails
down my neck
reading
i always like you
tracing the curves of my jaw
collar bone
fit
fitting in fingers
in narrow crevices
only one finger at a time
long strokes
at the edge of my breast
side of my belly
hear me
growl and yawn under the
goosepimples
your fingers
leave behind
behind my shirt
reading
i always like to
dress
for you
my best
dressed
as a man
tailored
collar
cigarette and heavy steps
owning the chair
my biggest accomplishment
hearing you
growl and yawn under the
false presumption
there was something underneath
underneath my pen
reading
i always like to
look
at how my writing
has
taken on her "d’s"
writing
trivial
notes
to you
forgetting
they will
end
up in
the garbage bin
your fingers
down my hips
spine
fingernails
with which
i
scratch the
yawn and growl
from prudish canvas
book bindings
