radio off, eating the same burger king
one dollar special, noting who says
thank you, who says do you want that
in a combo. she wakes she sleeps she stays
on her side of the bed. one pillow dented
one blanket untwisted. when he loves her
he loves her for how easy
she complies, the way she curls and how
she chooses coil over curtsy. he’s sure
he understands, thinking coil
as in circled rolls of cinnamon
and brown sugar — not curry-
comb, bull snake, the rap
of a thirty-thirty.
Previously published by Soundzine. Click here to listen to Kate Connover’s powerful reading of this poem.
I was going to share this poem yesterday, as my anti-valentine poem. But then, I didn’t. It was a lot of fun to write. I love the way Kate Connover read this. (PS- Soundzine published this long before I became its poetry editor.)