That Night in Cabo

Flies tried to stay cool, too

in the sweltering fisheye view

of Mariscos Mazatlan.

A little girl, a bloodshot hibiscus in her hair,

young men, brown shouldered in thin white tanks, and

the humming Spanish vernacular

making me tone deaf

with ringing, pounding

against my—

I don’t know what I felt more

the heat between my thighs

or your stare,

affecting nonchalance,

sipping ice water

sprinkled with a lime

meant for two.

Copyright © 2013 Jennifer Wagner

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Plastique

She keeps her freaks

tongue-in-cheek

by cheeky grin.

I listen,

not listening, again.

I am no novice, as may seem,

to pretty words in stunning hue

even if the eyes of which

are broken-marble blue.

There are no true heartbeats

in her Smashbox made up sheen,

and pseudo-Fendi bag of

tricks

when all she wants

is you.

And you,

and you,

and you.

Copyright © 2013 Jennifer Wagner

Liebster Blog Award

Poet Chhavi Vatwani who writes at Sour Lemons and Tequila awarded me the Liebster Blog Award recently.  Some busy times around here with a house full of sickies and what not but I wanted to make mention and thank her for thinking of me and allowing me to accept honorarily—she is sweeter than Banoffee pie (her favorite, by the way).  Thank you Chhavi!

We Said

you said,

no one ever believed in you quite like me

you said,

you found the seashell as you ran on the beach

and kept it in your pocket

to give it to me

you said,

i made you want to lay down

on the tracks of a speeding locomotive

and beg for my love

i said,

yes

Copyright © 2013 Jennifer Wagner

For Ian.  I was made to believe in you…15 years.  I still have the shell.