Today's poem is by Sarah Perrier
Too Darn Hot
Why sort the doubletalk from the innuendo?
They're both lyrical. Two secrets
linger between us, though one is a lie
I'll tell to keep the other company, but still
I can't make you disappear with ease
no penny beneath my palm, no token to stitch
inside the seam of tonight's star-striped suit.
Silvery and besotted, the mayflies swat us
for our bad behaviorthe heat's a strap,
the moon its buckle. I can't bother to pour you
a glass of whiskey straight from a bottle cast
in glass so green even money sickens
with envyyou might enjoy it. I've given up
drinking even the deloveliest wine. What's left,
beside the banter and the boredom, a script
so stale there's no telling what it means to anyone?
Risks should whistle with possibility, but why woo
a man I don't like enough even to hum? I'd prefer
a Cole Porter tunesomething a little more upright,
a little more grand. Nothing now but a yawn for you,
one last thank youthank youand good night.
Copyright © 2010 Sarah Perrier All rights reserved
from Barn Owl Review
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