Pidgin
In my fantasy you hold my ankle
and you want to
and I know you do because you hold my ankle
and I listen to your favorite song
when I’m unhappy
which is only when someone says it’s such a shame
and you know this when you find me
listening to your favorite song
Libretto
In my fantasy I call you James
and after Don Giovanni’s been dragged to hell
you hold my coat up behind me
and tell me where my arms are
Common erotica
In my fantasy you're standing at the stove and I come up behind you which is an ordinary fantasy
and one you have of me
In my fantasy my body isn't busy making cancer
none of the other girls have names
We don't move and my mouth is on you
tongue to fabric
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Lindsey Anne Baker is a writer and editor in Omaha, and the author of Fine Warm Pulse (dancing girl press, 2013).