I’m writing
a love poem
even with
an American
boot to
my throat.
I lick the croony
sole and picture
you in a fresh white
wife pleaser.
You got
two fingers
dripping money
down my mouth.
Our razor
can do
so much.
Copyright © 2025 by C. Russell Price. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on June 24, 2025, by the Academy of American Poets.
