monster
We can be so sensual,
and I know you were waiting for a signal.
I move closer and closer,
until I feel like a bookstore.
Also at some point I woke,
and my love had been plucked
like a guitar string
and I was just shaking.
Now I see you’re a volcano
to whom I cannot say no.
Would you believe I’m the monster
trapped in your radiator?
***
Hello friends,
Today’s poem was written by Rose Polenzani and self-published in an untitled chapbook in the late nineties.
As a reminder, you can always learn more about National Poetry Month or sign up for a more official-like poem-a-day list at www.poets.org, the website of the Academy of American Poets.
Best,
Ellen