BAD SEX

Thanks for everyone who came out last night to the Chicago chapter of NOW's event...thanks to Kimberly Lojek and Jocelyn who mentioned this poem. Cheers!


BAD SEX

Amount of stubble, girth, hygiene, duration, intensity of emotion or impact,
amount of sighs released, body type, height, incorrect tongue usage, wrong place,
wrong time, wrong position, wrong words, wrong co-host, wrong couch, hair pulling, stepped on my oh, your ugly feet, a rash, a distracting mark, your muscles, a pubic penalty, too quiet, too loud, unreal, unbelievable, demanding, too serious, too flesh, too flippant, too soon, two of us, not having what we can conjure under batik sheets alone with false jewels, the family jewels, false promises, no breakfast, no sleep,
the hurting, the shower, plastic eyes, paper porno turned dark, turned drunk, what happened, what's next, what's this?

players said jazz could be bad-good, like kitten skin, like "that's BAAAD SEX, man"
like, that's sex in granite, that’s sex with ingredients, like that’s healthy sex, or immediately after imagining your mother or your mons Venus bruised or pons electric
saliva after whiskey you fell in love with me I was antibiotic, a dormant case of frustration and forcefulness, didn't exactly stop it, remained neutral like the television, a station of crossed legs and stomach. so there was the erect mirror, the cognac sunlight, the studio, the wind's rape, the audience, the parking, the discussion, the apologies, the money, the lake, the steering wheel, me all cream and hunger, an ashamed crisp production, the color-correction, the fade out, you the patron saint of lobster, casual and wrapped in fleece.