This guy I know so loves to say "It takes
all kinds," he says it often.
And when I'm where he does, I wish myself
a kind not there.
For I so abhor so much that's in our midst
that when he says it -- and I'm so much there --
I wish also present someone who adores
defacating -- the way this guy adores diversity --
into human mouths forcibly held screaming
open -- and for this guy's then to be that
mouth.
And for it to grin and say -- when
finished puking -- "It takes all kinds."
After they'd gone to bed that night
and her husband asked her when she'd started scenting
the shadows of her inner thighs with English Leather,
she responded, "When
I got to that one on the list in a book I bought six years ago
called 100 Ways To Make Him Notice You Again,"
--adding,
"Do you like it?"
Reid Bush has appeared previously in 13thWR and Gnome, among other publications, and has poems forthcoming in Devil Blossoms.