04-24-2019, 02:44 AM
They Make Love
Is she from Japan or China?
It really doesn't matter,
only that she sold him statues
in a little shop in North Carolina.
Statues he set on his desk
to come alive like Austin Spare drawings;
the incense she picked out for him
as the best, she'd burn when he came
for her. When she closed the store
and lowered the gate. Business was not as worthy
as this. Stripped on an Indian carpet in the stockroom
on his knees, and she lowered herself before him.
In her early forties, or if not,
I'll make her. She's easily younger,
fresh as the weather on the highway back
in the breeze from North Carolina.
She smells good enough unlit,
and that way I'll keep her. After all she
touched them, the box they came in, and picked
them out as the best. And I lock my fingers
as is normal,
and inhale the emblem smell:
she's Japanese and East Indian (both, a siamesetwin,
a chameleon woman.) And I let her do the work
as I drive, drive it home.
