Fuck me now in pale-fire
parking garages, against
U-haul trucks and trellised
fences that tread-mark skin,
against Victorian lampposts
that lull with their flicker,
on grated sidewalks, sideways,
upside down in Ferris wheels in
reverse in the backseat of the
Buick accelerating exponentially
between our thighs, pistoning
upwards in thunderous storm,
against Brownstone stoops
at dusk, in the sun stippled
yard of neighbors at noon,
in Luna Park at midnight,
whitefish sparking the beach,
on the boardwalk slick
like seal skin, in the tides
like Leviathans until dawn.
-- Angela Sundstrom
