To The SitterMichael Quattrone
I kissed you quick, like water streaming thoughtless- ness and yes, your breath as cool as mint kept on arriving in my mouth as tasteless (after) words. Is it as strange as seeing human legs on metal bicycles, this ritual of people touching lips as light as butter- flies in flight above the flora bending low as parents do? I think as Aristotle did, or someone else I think that Cupid is as Cupid does: he is as dangerous as any eyeless infant with an arrow like a bloody baby rapier. You peddled me the tale as old as tail, I confess it so I kissed you quick like water streaming thoughtless- ly and lie I did as guilty as a diaper yet unchanged, so full of shit, into my husband’s collarbone, like one stern brow when I got home, as docile as a wife.
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