1997
i had a persian boyfriend once
he liked to be called that
'persian'
he had a jealous streak
i could tell
he wouldn't talk to me
for days after
other boys called
he didn't understand
that I hadn't yet
mastered the art
of saying no
certain parts of his anatomy
had the same slight curve
of a banana
he pops up
in my mind when
i slice one
obsessive about the shape
of my legs
and ass
he had a way
about doing it
that put him high
up there on the top
of my "fuck-me-best" list
number 3 to be exact
it's a shame our relationship
never survived
the premeditated
murder of our fetus
Joelle is so utterly identified with the voice in her head – the
never-ending movement of reckless compulsive thinking and the emotions
that complement it; she may very well be described as being perfectly
possessed, existing only in the creases of her own mind.
