On & Off the Job
In halcyon days
your thumb
pressing against
my spine
I had
this tendency
to reserve
my pleasure
On the job
If
my body
had
a
Nixonian
plan
I threw in
a Mona Lisa
smile
these activists
telling me?
“No children
at this table”
I
was
there.
Three years later
Deprived
of something
I hadn’t
always
wanted
When you held
my hand
without
touching
I discovered
that
needing it
is better
than anything
The grandiose
buried in
my soul
playing
no role
in this
My body
was ready
for us—
My theory.
But you
protected
my heart
and
sent me
back
to
work
Unmarked
Don’t call me a lite hook. Fluffer. Sugar baby
New to the game but born a business lady.
My destiny? One bare speck. Distant shore …
If I fuck this up, you’ll be back. For more.