She (ex)claims
That she wouldn’t
Normally do this.
As though normalcy
Were not
The taste
Of this--his kiss
Smoky with languor,
These nights, these notches,
Past state lines
And reasonable boundaries
About home.
(In a place instead of home,
Where on a moment’s holiday
A winking sea--wet
and wrinkled--watches
kiss-freckled skin
and velvet-beaded sweat)
But she’s beyond straying--
Thinking about staying,
Or contemplating
Saying the tendernesses
Stuck so bonily
Further down her throat.
[My note: In this poem, i tried to use unheimlich in its straight-from-dictionary sense--"un-home-like," and also in its literary sense as "uncanny." Additionally, there's some play towards the end on the Heimlich Maneuver.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Go and talk to my mom, she'll probably agree with you on me being a rowdy rascal.]
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