Two Poems by Kerry Downey
An object by any other name I spent my day shopping for hooks then hanging them and daydreaming my tongue into your ass the straps / the latches / the eyelets / the poke holes embarrass me with their fussings I can turn red just like that The handle / the pillow / the notched / the lumpy / the striated. Of course there would … Continue reading Two Poems by Kerry Downey