for the flutes Trust the flutes in their lament between a woman and a man Whatever they say sounds like laughing Reveling in heavenly dilemmas In harmony in mint in phallic moonlight a cunt sun Whatever the others say wandering away never believe it For once you fall to your knees your brain in his mouth Her kisses monotonous whether animals commandments Whatever way you turn sounds like arguing The jawbone of an ass in all sincerity Trust the flutes in their lament between a woman and a man
From Three Trios by Judith Hall. Copyright © 2007 by Judith Hall. Published 2007 by Northwestern University Press. Used with permission.