Stigma

i

oh, and will— are you any good
in the sack? i was
just wondering a bit lately

because since that night
we held hands, for
no reason, i’ve had you in mind.

ii

i’ve been busy
seducing lilies,

that cost me enough to feed
a generic child in a third world country

for an extended period of time.
the florist forgot to remove the anthers.

iii

we finally happened,
and i didn’t
want to touch you.

stretched out like a modigliani
couple, on sheets that haven’t been washed
since the queen’s birthday, you won.

sunday morning the snow fell in clumps,
the last lily yawned, and
you told me i was beautiful.

iv

oh, and will— william, are you any good
at removing anthers? the florist forgot
and now the white tablecloth is stained.

v

“saturday was fun”,
said the boy with the whole name,
and patted me on the shoulder