Right Now

I need to get off right now
Not later when the lights are down low

No scented bath and candles
No fake rubber cocks

Just me
Right now

Right now while the sun is high
And burning the shoulders

Of the neighborhood grass-cutters
And backyard-sitting lemonade-drinking

Tight-assed don't-fuck-till-its-dark
Types that live on this street

The murder of crows that roost in the trees
Will lift off en mass when I come

Black feathered wings fueled with
our shared mid-day need to fly

©2006 by Janell Joseph

                                                                                                                                                                                               

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Janell Joseph is a writer who never denies herself. When all is said and done, she doesn't think that "coming" will be one of the things that she should have done less of.