Give me the strongest cheese, the one that stinks best; And I want the good wine, the swirl in crystal Surrendering the bruised scent of blackberries Or cherries, the rich spurt in the back Of the throat, the holding it there before swallowing Give me the lover who yanks open the door Of his house and presses me to the wall In the dim hallway, and...Learn More

[1] I want a red dress. I want it flimsy and cheap, I want it too tight, I want to wear it until someone tears it off me. I want it sleeveless and backless, this dress, so no one has to guess what’s underneath. I want to walk down the street past Thrifty’s and the hardware store with all those keys glittering in the window, past Mr. and Mrs. Wong...Learn More