Volume 10 (Fall 2015)
Lauren Albin is currently an MFA candidate at Arizona State University, where she teaches composition and poetry.
On Libations: My favorite would be a tall glass of sweet tea with a splash of bourbon. Its perfect for those days when you just want to sit on the porch and do nothing.
This probably wouldn't have happened
if we'd just stopped at three glasses
if I had said more a few less times
if you weren't so damn willing
to please, but now that your entire hand
is inside me I might be too vulnerable
like this—gripping my knees, holding myself
open for you—if I couldn't feel the intention
behind every twist of your wrist.
Looking down, I can see your arm
like a tree trunk growing out from me.
Your other hand moves away from my breast
to lace fingers with mine. As you knead into me,
I feel like I'm on the edge of understanding
the truth of existence, like any second
my mother could burst in demanding answers
I do not know.