Us drawn nightly
between chiaroscuro,
as lipless evidentials
and notional genitalia.
The body query,
my bedspread left
ungoverned,
NSA might miss
this subversion,
the thread count
of our grace.
My clutching Pygmalions's
dulled chisel,
deadened ledgers
exchanged clueless.
Your head braised tender
in the oven,
the touch of our hands,
warmer still.
Kool-Aid demagogue,
the tacticians pierced
navel bound umbilicus
to imbecile,
and my spindled mess of ethernet.
I will awaken with frothing
demand for third wife, and you
will brush your teeth.
I will tell you "manic pixie dream
girl" is white man's phantasm,
140 or less of my character
jotted on the wings of seraphim marginalia,
and away, butterfly,
and goodnight.
Oft' as you'll go
fluttering
on other beds of air
Jenson Leonard is a Pittsburgh based poet who thinks life should be taken one Drake meme at a time.
