Lynn Hoffman, five poems


Aphrodesia

if you say it fast is sounds

like you’re partitioning a

small former African colony.

Half Rhodesia

Which half do you fancy?

the long and winding Rhode,

or the half that puts you at esia?

she’s good in bed

in new england once, she listened

to the crickets, to the mice

to her father and his uncle,

to the police and to the crowd.

and now she listens

to the wind and the traffic

and to the soccer ball on

stones and walls and children’s feet

but there was a time she

listened to his breath

and breathed it back into him

with fire and tongues, oh

tongues of flame.

i wonder

what was that thing i said

that edge i brought

what was that bit of throat