Improv 1, Week 2

Please don't think I'm a sex fiend! I'm seeming so dirty lately.

Lucille Clifton

wishes for sons

i wish them cramps.
i wish them a strange town
and the last tampon.
I wish them no 7-11.

i wish them one week early
and wearing a white skirt.
i wish them one week late.

later i wish them hot flashes
and clots like you
wouldn't believe. let the
flashes come when they
meet someone special.
let the clots come
when they want to.

let them think they have accepted
arrogance in the universe,
then bring them to gynecologists
not unlike themselves.

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wishes for men

i wish them dry.
i wish them in matted beds
flustered in self-burdens
with no drop of K nor Y.

i wish them responsibility,
all deals in latex and estrogen.
i wish their condom breaks.

later i wish them dry heaves
with open toilets
like gasping faces. let the
vomit come when they
wake in the morning.
let the toilet flush
like an upbeat tempo.

let them think they've grasped
the rounded edges of pain,
then let them watch support skip town
before the water breaks.