A Bad Habit (Poem)
Here is a poem about habits and nuns to start your week right and ripe with good fun. I had a lot of fun writing this but there are also some sorrowful truths when recollecting on being a youth. This piece was inspired by JC’s Save The Word Sunday’s and draws from tidy whitey underwears. Enjoy. If you dig it, you know what to do!
“Schoolboy crush, and it ain’t [gotta be] on a hush[ed]” - Q-Tip
A Bad Habit (Poem)
An Image flickers
Candlelight licks undress
An apodiopsis slips1
My shyness hides in Ires
Froward wand of mine warn
By bleached tidy whitey
Now wooden by unwanted foundlings
Underwear near torn
‘Cause Rosaries have been Quatched
In your valley
Embedded beads of sweat
Or so my lips imagine, yes
Two butter colored calabash.
Squash
Frogged beads held by
Indented chain marks
Line your skin. Whydon’t stop
A gasp
Your lips whisper, ay dios mio
The urge to ululate finds me
As I recollect
Those beloved
Hung
Under your
Nunnery dress
FOOTNOTES
- 1. I prefer the Spanish pronunciation of apodyopsis. I have a toddler and we use the word potty way too much around the house. And the Spanish is just, you know, more sensual. And there is the other layer in the that when you cut out the “p,” apodi’sis, the word has a has a dios (gods) sound that can maybe harken to diosa (goddess). I can keep going on about fantasies of goddesses is a trope but I'll leave it here. You get the idea. ↩