Sexual Politics
sun tosses
in the burning leavesthe ozone is a burning book
we’re around each other
last night when we fucked
I got angry
I liked it so muchleave me alone
my body’s a politic
I want it.across the sky, dead lilacs
shiver golden lavaI think
we are close
seeking a language
but is it true?the U.S. has
so many languages, we
have many
within our own ranged words, wordless dictionaries
nothing settledexcept you rode me bucking bronco
to the skies and back