Jane Adam

 

A NEW CHAPTER FOR BRAD

emaciated squeaky clean freckled pastel preppy
made him hot
so if a girl chose
to wear the lilac & white candy striped brooks brothers button down
with the pink leather boat shoes & the kelly green bar harbor skirt
& to weigh less than 100 lbs
then she must have been signaling her eagerness to prove to him
what a little monster she was in the sack

so often, though, brad's dates would end
when some such girl would spit his tongue out of her mouth
back away from him
& say something incredible, like
"oh darling i feel the same,
but let's wait til after we're engaged to start kissing
it'll be so much more special that way"
or maybe
"Oh-so you took me to mcdonald's & now
you think you get to fuck me?  fuck you, buster, it's
going to cost a whole lot more than that"
there was only one
who ever said
"i'm saving my virginity for my wedding night, so
you'll have to fuck me up the ass-is that ok?"
& she turned out to be a transsexual
waiting for the final surgery

like so many guys before him
brad would declare that he just did not
understand the female sex
at all

until he met the 15 yr old



FATHER-IN-LAW

asks:
"if that black lady can walk right down
lovejoy street with her great big belly
and her 7 kids all by different fathers
and that's not against the law
why can't i smoke?
a pregnant lady can even get
an abortion-why can't i
smoke a cigarette inside?"

so then i ask:

if you should be able to smoke a
cigarette at the dinner table, then why
shouldn't a pregnant lady be able to get
an abortion-right here?
why can't she climb into stirrups and
spread her legs to us
why can't the vacuum aspirator be
wheeled in so we can
check out the contents
of the canister afterwards?
why don't we all just
sit here at the kitchen table & watch
you suck?



WEATHER POEM FOR BUFFALO

heraclitus takes a
portable gargoyle to
luxembourg or
some other small country.
randomness is medicine;
winter is the perfect english.
but
in the summer when julia clothes
far less of her body
you find yourself
drinking
a lot more:
this is the
rat fuck city you
live in


 


Jane Adam
    The poems of Jane Adam serve up a visceral taste of human liver, crusting genitals, dried lubricants, and other assorted delights. She has lived in Buffalo, N.Y. since 1981 where she teaches freshman English. Her poems have appeared in Slipstream, Nerve Cowboy, Chiron Review, Thunder Sandwich, Zygote in My Coffee, Shampoo, & others.


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