Poem of the Day
Yellow Striped Pajamas
By Shamsher Bahadur Singh
walking silently on his paws, he emerges from the semidarkness and disappears into it.
walking silently on his paws, he emerges from the semidarkness and disappears into it.
Long waisted, tender skinned and, despite the gym,
love roll about the midriff above the leggy limbs
When I get nervous, it’s so hard not to.
When I’m expected to come in something
Completely naked. mons completely gray.
my mother tells me how to masturbate
When I open my legs to let you seek,
seek inside me. seeking more. I think
“What are you looking for?” and feel it will
All my girlfriends were talking about sex
and the vibrators they ordered from “Eve’s
Garden” which came with genital portraits
Epistemology, and all the afternoon
clouds perform their dying, tusks and trunks
dissolving in a rivulet of cold wind,
Pulled over, parked, indicted by the high
beams flashing in her rearview mirror. pure
as loss. the car refracted to a blur,
The Kosher bakery on Friday morning
fills in orders with a prayer—the long,
Dim sum for two, and she ancient waitress
shrieks for everyone to eat she eats
which strum within her bamboo bassinet;
Because somebody’s father bought a house
sided in aluminum, blue as a robin’s egg,
and used in a through two wars, buying