Can’t resist pasting up some more Kim Addonizio. We all love her, right?
There’s an arrow wound in my amygdala
leaking honey into my parietal lobe.
It makes me want to say things
disallowed from serious poetry
and employ instead the lexicon of porn spam.
I want to make crude statements involving fluids.
Obscenity, expletive, body part.
Imperative verb, possessive pronoun, body part.
I want push to show up at shove’s office.
I want to change my address
to last night’s wet dream,
I want a plot in that cemetery.
Come and unearth me anytime.