an unrehearsed universe

Negotiated Spaces

hairy thatch a redundancy he doubted enough people
knew to care about and there was the rhyming factor
thatch over snatch something taken quickly stolen even
without consideration for the wellbeing of its owner
he would probably advise his sisters
to stay away from any man that called it that

she threatened to shave in retaliation when
having fallen prey to the machinations of Abercrombie & Fitch
he contemplated aloud waxing his chest hair
the thought of the denuded lips hairless like a plucked chicken
or a pre-pubescent girl shocked him
into impotence for an entire week the shame of which he had not
quite lived down

she angled the mirror slightly
tossed her other glorious mane over a shoulder naked except for
a loosened bra strap
in a calculated coquettish move
asked him what do you suggest we call it then
quim to match his manly vim and vigor
conjuring quivering maidens and Victorian bondage
the creaminess of the words slid like honey from her
cunny a softer sibilant version without the hard “t” that brought to mind
fucking but not making love
circle jerks over pilfered grainy VHS pixels of rounded pelted women

she shifted her hips
she glistened
a cat having licked herself clean
what else could it be but a pretty pussy he said as he
swapped positions
with the mirror.