Selected Poems
The Naked and the Nude
During summer when
it was too hot to wear clothes
all her nudity was “accidental nudity”
It seems she never slept.
Each morning, in the hallway, halfway to the washroom; Boom naked
Doing laundry, sitting on the dryer turned high, BRRRT disrobed.
in a kitchen lit by an open ice-box door, sneaking a Red Bull and vodka, Bang nude
Running the can opener and bent over to feed a sleeping cat at 3am?
How does she do that? Wow, Au natural, again? Why only hi-heels and lipstick?
Each time looking coy faux-stunned shy like a deer, turned profile
expecting main stage headlights to come on, posed against a tree?
Why are the window blinds always up and never any small bills left in my wallet?
When did that floor to ceiling pole get installed?
Alexa, why are you playing “Pour some Sugar on Me?”
Now, I remembered we met, on Rue Stanley, near Chez Paree. My bad.
Remember. Never take the stripper home.
