Crg Hill's poetry scorecard

6th & Minna, Mid-1980s

 

Her best days—

if she had any—

were behind her

but she wore

a clean skirt and sweater

hair-brushed

 

She was crab-waling

backward

away from the man

lurching forward

on his knees

to lick her pussy

shaved, skirt

bunching up

behind her,

panties gone

 

Audience

on the loading dock—

laughing, cat-calling--

intensified the assault

we now all

were guilty of

A/Cross the Street

 

the first time

round and rolling

 

Now that it’s'

blue sky

 

two men jumped

from bridges

 

fish don’t bite

Horses slow

 

nightmare dreams’

down

 

the bird’s rocks