I love men who are natal
and not always coated in sugar
Men who know how to chop liver
Men who know how to steal a
ship in the middle of the night
I love Goldberg because he is secular
Doused
Rarely aroused
He always eats every piece of
bread left on the table
Every time we are in the back of an Uber
I read him a little bit of Ovid and he
gets a huge erection
Last Wednesday he did my laundry
Last Wednesday I parted his hair
Last Wednesday I sucked his cock
He likes his fellatio
He likes it when I do it more
representational then fishy
More imperceptible than melon
I get down on the floor between his knees
I call him my choirmaster and he
calls me his unstable compound
His cock is harder than a jellyfish
More economically sound that Denmark
How else can I possibly know it’s morning
How else can I snap his mirror
This is a lovely cheese plate
This is a jar of mineral salts
These are the teeth of a plastic
comb I use them for writing
Ann Pedone is the author of three books of poetry and several chapbooks. She is the Founder and Editor-in-Chief of Antiphony: a journal & press. WEB
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