[Another of L.E. Leone's Dating Poems! Enjoy!]
He’s midwesterner than me,
says gosh, and golly. Once:
he loves Christmas tree lights
and Christmas, always orders the same
thing, and never tried pot
Oh but he could go and go! And go . . . (I take time,
and he had it.) If I was lucky one of his drops
of sweat would land on my lip
I like raw red meat, sushi, chicken hearts,
and any kind of liver. In lieu of tampons, or even makeup,
a bottle of hot sauce in my purse. Plus:
I suck the insides out of crawfish heads, with passion and
joy, unbridled. Dirty girl
on a low road, I tried real hard, too hard
not to fall in love.
Goddamn it, Andrew.
I miss your square ass.