Stuart Dischell

In the Manner of SD

The day that I found art in my first name

Was the same day I saw hell in my last.

 

There was a girl there, of course,–

Touching a wet finger

To a postage stamp,

Pursing her lips

On the double bed.

 

I went to kiss

The cat-tongue rough

Of her each bent knee.

 

I was weak then, not yet a liar.

One of us had said,

What we do is our own business.

Then we broke the windows,

And looted the store.

 

 


“In the Manner of SD”┬áis from Backwards Days (Penguin, October 2007), and was first published in Terminus.