By Shayla of adelaidepoet.blogspot.com
sometimes it’s rushed
balled up squeezed to fit
in the corner of a briefcase
sometimes it’s an obligation
(you’re not supposed to say that)
a promise I made to myself
and to someone I love
that needs to be kept a duty, like watering plants
sometimes my mind is just elsewhere
should I pull chicken out tonight?
I could make pasta but if I do that I need
to buy peppers so I guess I’ll just cook chicken
remember to pull out the chicken
and I might as well be
a moving fist, a pixelated money shot
but
sometimes it’s slow
purposely drawn out long
simple actions turned foreplay
sometimes it’s a relief
(to let your body take over)
a distraction from all the bullshit
that comprises my life
in that one overwhelming moment I find silence
sometimes my mind becomes part of another person
I can hear his face, the waves of his nerves
speaking a language only my instincts know
link established
my body mirrors, reconstructs
and even when it’s over
we remain connected.
This poem is in celebration of Shannon Boodram’s groundbreaking book Laid: Young People’s Experiences with Sex in an Easy-Access Culture, which is officially available in stores as of yesterday. You can pick up your copy at Barnes & Noble, Chapters/Indigo, Borders Bookstore, Amazon or at Shannon’s book release party at the Revival (783 College Street West in Toronto) on October 14th. It’s 19+ and doors are open 6-10 p.m. — hope to see you there!
