JULIE DOXSEE
Barefoot
In my bikini it’s all I do all day. Seek the source of the siren I hear
till paralyzed when you go-go dance or practice rocket-tennis with the erectile
launcher. In that regard, I am a lifeguard other men can’t understand. I look around
to find out if they hear it too but every man is already in his invisi-suit
ready for the sun to split into sixths. Every man is running around making breath-
stroke gestures in his invisi-suit. I’m alone with the sound either way,
and more slouchy the further I walk.
Monsieur
Tracing your movements in the grove is the only thing that doesn’t bore me, which is why I swim
so poorly. I had a dream your mouth opened & the noise got thicker
there were baby antennae sprouting from the base of each tree. It was then you
convinced me we should split into sixths together & wait for the sun to raid us.
Mme.
Do you know a thing called scream was programmed into your head-
medicine accidentally. That is why you swim so poorly. Little bits of seed
came out in the swimming pool that were stuck behind the stripe in your
speedo. It starts with my hands. Circles appear on the tops of my wrists, and I
freeze & drop the racket. This is called an orgasm. They happen in sixes,
fives, fours, threes, twos, ones, & zeros. I tried to megaphone it before
I disappeared, but my scream was sliced off with an invisible knife.
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