Stacy Barrett
Stacy Barrett

Dear Professor

I have no desire
to sleep with you.

But our babies
would be sweet,

coming out of
me with wild

hair, grasping
for your face.

 

Cup of Coffee (3)

What does the sugar
do for you? You dump

the packets of sugar
in before the coffee.

It looks like a mountain
of white sand, half

of the small hourglass
you’ve given yourself.

 

First Impression
for Chris and Al

Because I’m many bottles
away from you, I can’t

make out your voice. Your
hand gestures, I see, and

I want to reach them and
am drinking the bottles

that are in my way. Later,
sitting in a classroom,

I ask you what your first
impression was, of me,

and all you can remember
are all the bottles I drank,

and how my hands looked,
loose about their necks.

 

Dear Professor

I have no desire
to sleep with you.

But our babies
would be sweet,

coming out of
me with wild

hair, grasping
for your face.