the only place my boyfriend will make love to me
is on the cinder path that leads up to the outside lavy
I lie on my bare bum in the moonlight
on the cold cinders
assuageing his needs
my back hair in mud and my heels in a puddle
I wear stout clothes then
never my best
my mother and father never go to the lavatory
while we are at our loving
so we have the path to ourselves
my big sister gets it in the vegetables
and my little sister against the back door
what a family we are
ivor cutler / phyllis april king
WINDOWS ARE THE EYES OF A BUILDING.THEY SEE WHAT'S GOING ON OUTSIDE.THEY SEE THE WORLD CHANGE.THEY DON'T REACT TO CHANGES.THEY WATCH IN A QUIET SORT OF WAY.UNLESS SHUTTERS PREVENT THIS.
