Allowing the Body to Finally Speak
This request will be in the voice
***of a propaganda film asking
the country for nylons and chocolate
***bars, a wish that will trail off
like music from a car window,
***like foreplay, like a series
of horseshoes and hand grenades.
***I am partial to the idea
of making love as a means
***of stalling death, of allowing
the body to finally speak
on the spirit’s behalf: I want
***to be touched by a stranger
in the back seat of a car
***so that there is a darkness
to fear again. Boo: that’s my new term
***of endearment. It’s Cajun.
(Poem first published in 32 Poems.)
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Frank Matagrano is the author of I Can Only Go As Fast As the Guy in Front of Me (Black Lawrence Press). A chapbook of his poems, Sagging from the Weight of Hope, was recently published by Pudding House Publications. He currently lives in Chicago, Illinois.