Poetry Archives Bio
February 1, 2008
5:15 PM
i remember

once
maybe in nineteen
ninety five

some guests come
over
to our house

in the desert
(our mothers trade
advice

her mother
brings my mother
a volume

of the encyclopedia
larousse  in hebrew
for kids

and there
on a whole spread
is a man

fucking a woman
beautifully
(with some explanations

i was fourteen then
she was eleven
maybe

and  as we played house
in the crevices
of our bodies

ineptly
trying to connect ay
to bee

we felt magic
we learned
looking for scraps of porno

in the dumpster
and then her mother
found out

and my mother found out
and
that's about

all i can remember