“Please,” the godfather
of soul pleads pathetically
from satellite radio.
Reminds me of date night
with high school boy friends,
half-undressed in backseats
of junker cars
Making out
within an orchard,
on canal banks,
at the drive-in.
Still feel their tongues
thrust into ear canals,
down my throat.
Rough hands
on young nipples.
Finger fucking
that hurt.
Erections bloomed
through unzipped Levis.
Blue-balled and desperate,
they begged to take
my virginity,
searched unsuccessfully
for the magic line,
that could undo Catholicism,
years of cautionary warnings,
awaken a sleeping nymphomaniac,
allow them inside.
Jennifer Lagier has published nine books of poetry as well as in a variety of literary magazines. Her latest book, Camille Vérité, was published by FutureCycle Press. She taught with California Poets in the Schools, co-edits the Homestead Review, maintains web sites for Homestead Review, Monterey Poetry Review, Ping Pong Literary Journal and misfitmagazine. She also helps coordinate monthly Monterey Bay Poetry Consortium Second Sunday readings.
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