During Stephanie Hart’s Poetry Workshop at Yale on Friday, we wrote “circle poems” (that’s what she said.) I wrote the first two lines of this poem, then it was passed around the room for each person to add another line. After it was edited by the class, I took it and made some final edits in an attempt to breath some life into this Frankenstein creature. I cannot take credit for the beast-with-two-backs reference, nor the phrase “sweet taut rump.” Those were the creation of a couple of attractive blonde women in class, one of whom went to Cambridge and the other Oxford. It’s always heartening when intellectuals peruse the gutter.
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Fifty Shades of White
The bright light white of the next day’s sun,
glimmering pebbles along the river run.
Her skin trembles, our kneecaps bump;
My hand flows down her sweet taut rump.
She glances towards the meandering stream,
Her toe dips in, I begin to dream:
Our bodies are one, or so it seems —
A two-backed beast in four-legged jeans.
