I was in the Love
Way, the Great Wanna.
I was looking to fall
on the right guy.
He said, ‘I kind of adore
waiting about a person
in a big 40s car. Let’s
ride aground, tie a
romance down.’
I said, ‘I need
a powder-rough dater,
some Wow Stuff. Now,
make me need you,
for I oh! to hold someone.’
He sank the telephone
into my desert heart, drew
a criss-cross pattern
on the walls of the
invisible shrine.
He said, ‘I’ll baby the dishes
when the kitchen is too much.
I wanna walk & talk want.’
He dived into my
tragedy, tearing into
our lovers’ walk. ‘Just
don’t leave me bare, OK
muscle man,’ I yelled
out to the back
of his leather coat as he
walked into the pouring rain of a
night lit up with a big, pale
moon, already thinking
about the cowboy boots he
needed to walk into
the next woman’s pop song.