Stretch your arms
Toward me or
Against me,
A good
And bad
Pas de deux

Tensions fly
This way and
that

No softness
No Mami
Making food
For us anymore
No. Let’s figure out
How to use friction

There was the beach
In the backseat
Of my notebook

My dreams
The organza of those
Panties
Purchased at the drugstore

The frill
So stiff
Like our pursuit

*Previously published in Umbrella Factory Magazine