Confessions of Stra Schrag, No. 1

Confessions of Stra Schrag, No. 1


My first three husbands did the same thing,
Put a tape measure around the upper part
of my anatomy.
These husbands more interested in numbers
than the flesh,
Needed large numbers to boast to their buddies.
My husbands all hated their buddies,
Wanted to outdo them, humiliate them.
I finally met a lover, who was not interested
In mathematics, only emotions engendered by touch.
This lover was a poet, a complex, difficult,
esoteric, hermetic poet.
This lover did not have any buddies.


Duane Locke

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