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.
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.