My Mother Asked Me
She didn’t, but that’s how this story goes
Why date such ugly boys? My mother asked me once.
Because I like mine with teeth. A tongue that can suck out marrow. We eat together. Fresh meat. And it makes me feel alive.
A cord of flesh between us, umbilical in the giving and taking. Flesh of my flesh and blood of my blood.
You want someone who can make it better, all this living we got to do. If that takes an ugly one, then an ugly one will do.
Poetry grounded in reality. If you have what you need, you don't need the stars!