November 19, 2005

The Availiability of Sugar

The tip of your scythe screams
energy in the sun.
Sweat dims your eyes.
Uncaring I keep step
by your side. I smile
until you smile and I am
walking in your life.

You stop me at the gate
and say ‘I think you’re sweet’
I feel it sting your lips
so rarely used.

I see you, spade in hand,
sounding out the word.
Searching in the dirt
for the dimming sun.

You fucked a whore last spring,
sweating in the darkness.

But I bring your supper
in a canvas sack.
I see your scythe flashing
from the summit of the hill
and I sense that she is nothing.

Grass is cold, beneath.
The rhythm of a scythe.
After this, you press my cheek
and frown. ‘You should stay home.
You musn’t catch the flu.’

A fire in the stove.
You and I slit the fish.
I slide down the belly
while you insert the knife
between the skin and skeleton.
We flip it, see, away.

  • * *

Your ‘Woolworths’ badge shines out
a question. Why outside?
After our shifts
we can do anything.
It catches in your eyes
and lights the sparks in mine.
We’re here for our pleasure.

Why in a field?
You say ‘I think you’re sweet’
I force myself to smile,
my lips curling upwards.

Ra-ra skirt.
I selected it judiciously.
Slaving at the check-out
I know your eyes wander.

The poster on your ceiling,
a girl in a field.

Bunny girls aren’t real,
they're simply for your pleasure.
She’s passive with her sugar.
You need me (with my badge)
to be a little closer.

I’m wet on the outside.
Abruptly it arouses you.
In, out, slamming.
I visualize a till and
Swallow the pill at home.

Two fish fillets slide,
solid, on a tray.
‘Oh God- you don’t like fish.’
‘Mm… fillets aren’t as gross’
Silently, I turn away.

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