by Jennifer Donnell

He expects me to love him
like kids take to ice cream
and lick the drips, what nerve.

He finds it easy when I ask what
he needs 
as he needs what I've got.

Even if it's with white knuckles turning blue, 
as I can keep that act up for...


I wonder how many crumbs
he can drop until I make a cookie,
whole, relax a little
and throw out the self help books

that tell me not to label or define myself
based on men yet encourage that I can
trade in one asshole 
to get some new asshole,
if I pretend that I taste like cake,
smell like flowers and

am smart but not intimidating,
brilliant but not so brilliant
they will have to read Freud
to get to the root of any