Trampoline
I got invited to one of those
spiritual
woo-woo
women’s healing circles
Some place to connect to your womb and
Heal all the wounds of your ancestors
But instead I
Went to my friend’s house and
Sat outside on her trampoline
After dinner
Four women
In a Circle
Talking about love
She said every day at the gym
He left his hat
On her things
When he came close
She felt herself blushing
Uncontrollably nervous
When so few words were said
“I fall asleep at night
and he’s all I can think about”
So I wonder:
“And when you…you know…by yourself
Is he all you can think about too?”
“Yes, yes — of course!”
Wanting to just write a note
Leave it in his jacket pocket
Do you like me?
Yes/No
Do you want to fuxk?
Yes/No
I’m crawling around on
The tight sprigged fabric
Motioning
Thank God someone feels the
Same way I do
Pass me one of those
American Spirits
She seemed shocked
By my break from innocence
But for the first time
I understood why my mother smoked
