Today's poem is by Maureen Seaton
When I Was Straight
When I was straight I dreamed of nipples,
my dreams were crowded with cleavage and yin,
I read a book that said if you are fickleabout sex, note your obsession in dreams
then do the opposite in real life. This
made sense, my boyfriend said, although it seemedoddly like a game of Exquisite Corpse
to me. We'd make love, I'd dream of figs,
that drizzled pink, and sometimes I'd lapseinto madrigals (meaning: of the womb), big
leap from the straightforward sessions in bed
of linearity and menthol. Legswould cross and uncross in my dreams, heads
fall back with me at the throat. I adored
the winged clavicle, that link between breast-bone and scapula. Straight as gin, I poured
myself into pretense and fellatio,
you could count on me for bold orgasms, fortrapeze art and graceful aerobics, oh
there is no lover like a panicked lover.
Once I dreamed of abandoning the OldBoyfriend Theory of Headache and Blunder-
buss. Believe me, I said, this will hurt him
more than me, but the dream laughed! Tortureme, I thought, now that even my id
has turned against me, there is something fragile
here to lose, exquisite truth, and I did.
Copyright © 2001 Maureen Seaton All rights reserved
from Little Ice Age
Invisible Cities Press
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