BY JANE ALICE KAUFMAN

I have learned um many times that
thinking about sex
thinking about sex
makes me so aggressive.
I mean no,
frustration dissipates.

I don’t want to offend you.
You seem like a nice boy,
but I am staring at your chest.
Cause I want to touch it.
Your thighs are so thick and I want
to move my hands up them as if
you were wearing a skirt.

Wear my skirt.
I don’t know if the way my eyes
minimize your presence into body
should be celebrated,
because I’m a woman.
Cause men do that sometimes.
I think I’m being offensive
to your manhood maybe.
I think I kinda get off on that.