Rebecca Lu Kiernan
MATH IN LEON COUNTY
I am the heart's lusty whore
writhing in black fishnet stockings
back arched, lips parted, feet twitching
behind your neck, and if that doesn't
do you, I'll spread out on my knees
opening in curious new ways.
You are the heart's nervous litigator
dragging me to the witness stand
hands at my throat, barking inquiry
finding holes in my story
stopping just short of clamping a car
battery to my genitals.
And what stops you there?
Perhaps the chance that we pass
in the courthouse, somewhere between
the marriage license and the prisoner
torturer, and I adjust your lemon tie
and you tell me my slip is showing
and there is a moment over hazelnut
coffee, a polite challenge requiring
a percentage answer and I won't go
above one hundred because
my tongue takes your temperature,
my fingers calculate your blood pressure,
I watch your chest for rate of respiration
and this is a day of you needing the
comfort of logical math
so one hundred percent is the answer
as I let you underestimate
the strength of my surrender,
the zeal with which I would have
bowed to you.
Ms. Magazine, Gargoyle, Longshot, New Works Review, Southern Ocean Review, Asimov's Science Fiction Magazine, Exquisite Corpse, 2River View, Naked Poetry, North American Review, etc.
Sex With Trees And Other Things Equally Responsive
Nominated For The General Electric Award For Writers
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