Summer Lee © 2004 All Rights Reserved

 

The Book of Richard

What is it, Richard, you write in that book?
And why hide behind that bag and your coat?
Come closer, love, closer; let me take a look

At the alphabetical list of women you took
Upstairs, bedded unwedded and offered a smoke.
What is it Richard, you write in that book?

Invite me, Richard, where I don’t belong—in the crook
Of your arm—read to me, your breath on my throat.
Come closer, love, closer; let me take a look.

Show me Sextonesque love scenes where Captain Hook
Has Tinkerbell tied in the hold of his boat.
What is it, Richard, you write in that book?

The blackmail price for those photos you took?
The second best draft of your suicide note?
Come closer, love, closer; let me take a look

At the secrets you gather, hoard, and hide; would
You sit with me, look at me, take off your coat.
What is it, Richard, you write in that book?
Come closer, love, closer; let me take a look.

Nicole J. Hardy
Copyright © 2004


Nicole J. Hardy is a former high school teacher, concierge, stadium peanut chucker, bartender, and tour guide. She holds an MFA from Bennington College and currently lives in Seattle where she works as a waitress. Her poetry has also been published in Margie.

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