- Psychopathia Sexualis
My god I saidbut this is strange.My garter belt was uparound my neckand my wig had fallen off;my handkerchief collection laylike sleeping birdsaround the room
as I read on page 164of sudden genitals in densepark shrubbery.The mirrors were all steamed up.Farther on young gentlemenwere loving up black bootsand penetrating unsuspecting bustleson the thoroughfare.
My god I said this seems to bethe story of my lifeand right away I was ashamedof all the little oddities I kept aroundand lept up on my wife.Sex I said I want some sex right now [End Page 56] I said and give it to me straightI think I love you morethan you will ever know
and I tore my garter beltto shreds. But she just laid therenaked in her bobby soxand blew pink bubbles in my ear.Her freckles burned like acidand the braces on her teeth wereshining cruelly in the dark. [End Page 57]
Footnotes
This poem originally appeared in Red Cedar Review, Vol. 9 Iss. 1, 1974.