Love Poem No. 6
Where is Cochise? I
Need smoke signals for I love a
Woman
She’s all like a summer’s day and
Some heterosexual poet’s lover who
Keeps a good wigwam just
Kidding what you think this is 1946?
I swear she’s like an apple tree and I respect the essence of her soul, which is—oh, my—like Ivory Soap
Or Nectarines no
I swear I love her
She makes me think of Oreo Cookies and
Chai tea lattes I
Swear I had a rotten
Childhood but overcame it without
Affirmative action programs by
Writing good resumes and she’s my A
No. 1 interest I am not gay hire me deep down inside homosexuality
Repulses you she’s
Like marmalade so I wouldn’t kiss
Her for my teeth might get stuck