How a man must hug, and dandle, and kittle...(title 1st line)
by Lisa Marie Brodsky
How a man must hug, and dandle, and kittle, and play a hundred little tricks with his bedfellow
-- Erasmus, "The Praise of Folly"
How a man must dance around my little bombs,
How a man must approach with caution.
I will play the game and disappear
inside a giant ball of twine.
I am made of crumpled tin foil and faucet
fixtures that leak. I have a scrim in front of me
so I always look at things through a filmy net.
Our bed is cold. It twirls around at night
while we are in it, while you dream your normal
backward dreams and I dream my screaming
fuck-you nightmares where I kick
my fathers crotch over and over again. He says,
Yeah? Well fuck me, then.
And when I wake up, I want everything to do
with your arms taken apart from your body -
arms to hold, nothing to do
with your body, such a mans body.
I just want to be saved
from this body.
On those unbalanced nights when I cant rest,
I take the magic pill to pound sleep
into me like a forceful lover.
I slip into oblivion, knowing that when I wake
I will believe that all is right
that our bed has stopped spinning
that I am not in any danger of rupturing.
You can stop handling glass
and, finally, I can undress
with the lights on. .
Posted on 02/05/2005
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