Queer Poem-a-Day is a program from the Adult Services Department at the Library and may include adult language.
I tell Josey I’m going to write and publish
a poem about your breasts called “What
a Waste” and she says Don’t forget my ankles.
It’s true; her ankles are sculpted, sharp
and sleek and hollowed just where they should
be, cry out for high heels. They’re something
out of film noir, I tell her. No, she says, they’re
a fucking Bernini. What every woman wants; ankles
and breasts like Josey’s, Josey’s perfect body
wasted in Carhartts, men’s underwear, Pendleton
shirts. I want to gnaw on her left ankle
like a chicken leg, anybody would, and don’t
get me started on her breasts. But Josey’s
delicious, compact body isn’t for us, gang:
Josey gets to do whatever she wants with hers.
What a waste, I tell her, while we laugh
at whoever would say such a thing about
someone else, another person, or her perfect
body, Josey using it to live her perfect life.
Copyright © 2018 by Jill McDonough. Used with the permission of the author. Previously published in Green Mountains Review’s (Spring 2018.)