JAY CALHOUN

LOVELETTER S

Must say how much I love the letter S
She brings excitement, class,
Sibilance
Slippery brightness.

Softly said,
She soothes
Shouted, she slices

When too-much repeated
Protracted,
Over-used,
She runs off.

She carries my meaning,
My intentions,
Away

Even the look of her!
So curvy!
S S SsssssssssssssssS!

Maybe she will become a Z
When she gets old.
Still,
I will love her.

FIXING

…Must’ve been all the sex.
Says she.

Cute and quick
Her light response to the split sagging bed,
And the old bolt that once held the frame-halves together.

Maybe…,
Says he.
Tired,
Not wanting one more thing to fix.

She hands-over the pieces:
One quarter-inch bolt,
Bent
With it’s sheared-off head.

…Really lasted a long time,
She offers,
…Since before the kids.

He slowly folds his knees and back,
Making a floorward move.
Half-under with legs out,
Like some auto mechanic in dress shoes.

…Maybe we should have had more sex,
He grunts.
…And broke this when I was young enough to fix it.

…Careful, old boy
Says she,
rubbing the ratchet up his arm.

…Stop that.
He growls,
But under the bed,
He’s smiling.

SOUTHSIDE

He
Came down

For culture
Virginia tradition and rich food
Gonna bind himself to gentility
Kindness, of the soft-spoken sort

Shoulda listened to his momma
Stayed home and swallowed his cufflinks

Just ask Prometheus
Suicide’s better than madness

Even you find and fix you a Belle
Maybe your boy-babies get to be Beaus
But you still be a Yankee

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