Elizabeth Bachinsky
POEMS
 

2: Sez Jenni


Truth is, when his hands were on me, I was fire.
Straight through to my gut, I felt my heart beat
in my body like heavy metal…that oh
baby kind of get-your-hard-on-over-here-
loving I’d only heard of at lunch in the smoke pit
at school—tough girls running off their mouths
so hard you’re sure they must be lying: cock this
and fuck that: it’s all so unbelievable, isn’t it—
the things girls say? But, let me tell you, when his smooth
talk comes, their chatter fades away. There is only:
his pink mouth.