Luisa Muradyan

Everything is Sexy

When the toll booth sign says
Please don’t stop
I sigh and say, here we go.
Once again, everything is sexy
and the world wants to swallow
me whole. Pushing D69
on the vending machine? Sexy.
Taking the top off
of the recycling bin?
So sexy. Cracking open an ice-cold
sparkling water with a French-sounding
flavor like pamplemousse? Le Sexy.
And yes maybe it's my hormones trying
to trick me into another iteration of God
be fruitful and multiply
‍or maybe it's just you tending to the garden
that I promised I would water and never
do and yet here you are in your gray
gym shorts and this is the summer
of cucumbers as big as my want
and I’m holding an empty salad bowl
waiting for you to come inside.

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