Tuesday Poem by Oris Aigbokhaevbolo
Boma Sleeps with the Boys
Boma has a lived-in quality.
Some girls have it,
A complacent thing that makes pretty girls slouch
In time it makes them fat.
Before that,
She’ll crush some hearts.
With nary a kiss
she’s crushing Pete’s
Slow, slow:
Her legs spread
From Tom’s bed
To Toke’s
Hopping,
prancing,
dancing,
Fuck to fuck
Pete’s left ventricle forever stuck
beneath her right heel.