“A poet
looks at the world the way a man looks at a woman.”
-Wallace Stevens
BABY THIS IS NOT WHAT YOU THINK
She
was once engaged to a man twenty years her senior.
When
she was young and beautiful and still naïve about
the
world. When she had the conviction of
honoring
the
whiteness of her wedding dress with her virginity.
A
probable polymath, he had three hundred years of
experience
woven tightly beneath his skin. But it
ended
one day when she came home to find them
intertwined
on her bed, the polymath and her best friend.
There
was a gasp and a scream as they detached.
He
threw
her friend against the wall and then stood before her
sweaty
and hard saying baby, this is not what
you think.
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