© 2003  Tonya Kelley

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(Tonya's book, Unsexy)

ANYTHING

Give me liberty            Or at least a hot ass

And a collection of Dahl I haven't yet seen

Your vacuum is a broom

            Children slide socks

In a room that used to look like an amusement park ride

                        (he said the carousel was his favorite)

All roads lead to sexy             When touching a freckled face

Speak softly turned on

Your reflection in the screen                 I lay on mine

You on top and say scared and              Hot heat and tits

To lay away a Sunday

In white sheets and cold coffee            Hugs and kisses for you

Let's hide in the bushes

And pounce on timing               Or anything

PIE

You were there

On the brink of missing pinwheels

And Sunday cotton sheets

When plaster punched a closet hole

And it snowed down Thompson

You were there when he said

            Your lips, your stomach

And when balloons were more than blowing

You held up a train

And followed monkeys down Eighth

You were always witness to our indecision

There when his wife passed and paused

When I was a Halloween princess

And the dirty snow angels be damned

You laughed as we stumbled to a cozy

When the firecrackers cracked fire

And during a saxophone swim

You were there like a flashlight my junior year

Later, a red light in my city district

O, Moon!  The things you have seen!

ADULTERY OR COMPARABLE CIRCUMSTANCE

A shaking man            Is two and a half

And thirty-three

If I could rain            It's barely a shower

You have many gifts

For my shape               And fit well

In my mouth

No Smoking sign laughs            In a tinted window

You love me so            And my jealousy more

Trade you a key for some            infidelity

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