that he could do this….
[Can you believe he can do that?]
And this….
[OMG. No one can do that!]
But Trey can. And he does.
And I learn something new.
Something dark. Perverse,
even. But the monster [and me!]
embrace it, beg him for more.
Oh, you like that, do
you, you nasty little girl?
If Brad were here, doing this
to you, I might have to kill him.
Either that, or ask him to share.
I wonder if they’ve ever
done that—shared a girl.
For about half a second
I consider asking.
Better not. Odds are good
I won’t like the answer.
Before It’s Possibly Possible
The eastern window silvers,
the earliest hints of sun crisp
upon an awesome white landscape.
A white Christmas, something
all northern Nevadans hold
their collective breath over.
It’s the same question every
year—will we or won’t we
celebrate a white Christmas?