Barbecuing is more glamorous than golf

and more dangerous in this dress          O

I’m hot, raw and waiting like a sausage

Do you adore me         Hubert

Do you need me        Roger

hold out your plate to me and your tongue

drips like steak                           

                                       this is my lawn

my dress and I have electricity

O the idiotic love of men and their large hands

            I spin a sun, but you must

            move around me in loops       dumb earth

       Allow me to handle you as if you were as intricate

as one of my door knobs

            here we are at my party

Absolutely, you are right about some of the things

you want to say     but do I care

a fly has died but do you expect me to notice

the sun is in your eyes but do you think the sun has manners

heaven exists as I will demonstrate

but you can’t suppose a right to things

and I will demonstrate again

Annaleese Jochems

Annaleese Jochems can be found trotting up and down the hallways of the MIT arts campus losing her belongings and helping to edit Ika Journal. She’s had work published in Pantograph Punch, Brief Magazine, Turbine, and others.