Celibacy

the craving subsided
quicker than you expected

but memory
became molasses

and you imagined your body
dashed through
by an interstate line

the post and the pre
canefield and fallow

your hands would meet
like neighbors
across a fence

exchange pleasantries
unless bathing be required
or prayer

This poem appears in


Pass it Along

© Brendan Bonsack
April 2016