Yes, you can call me a nymph. How else to explain that
my mouth is a river that never meets
the sea. Don’t be afraid. I understand how this thing
how the body
works. I know everything, all the names
of all of the places inside
of me. Watch. I’ll show you how to make it
more than a metaphor.
I know full
well that sex isn’t some
thing to play at, my valentine. You see this thing here
this immensity
between my legs. This is what turns day in
to night
light into dark. This is flesh of the
same silence.
I know you want to wrap your
self around it. I see the desire dripping down
your back. Do it now, before it is too
late. Do it before you turn into a poem
inside of me.
Ann Pedone graduated from Bard College with a degree in English and has a Master’s degree in Chinese Language and Literature from UC Berkeley. Ann is the author of the chapbook The Bird Happened, and the chapbook perhaps there is a sky we don’t know about: a re-imagining of sappho is forthcoming in December. Her work has recently appeared in Riggwelter, Main Street Rag, Poet head, Cathexis Northwest, The Wax Paper, and The Phare, among others.
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