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Hannah Klemkow


Together is a different thing than me and you together or each of us alone 

Increasingly I wake up and decide
this is square one but then the sex
 
I’m having is different let me be clear I’m not talking about it politically
I’m done talking politically about being fucked
actually I’m done talking in any way—that is not related to the fucking—
about being fucked. when a poet (a woman poet) says
fucking or—especially—“cock” out loud in the room
                         she is wanting us all to feel it here
feel very political. well all I’m saying is I don’t
feel political I just start thinking about your cock
and its feeling and both of us together with it.
Me and you if we were to say it out loud together
“fucking” or “cock” out loud in the room together—
 
we sound like business partners.
do I sound like an adult woman      
 
do I sound like a slut
Is there really a difference between
 
being touched nicely—or wanting to—and being
listened to.


Poem with oil and wine

I want to be buddhist
but in a way that is mostly about
pleasure. Is that still buddhism.
I am picturing us covered in oil
an oil that is thick
and rich in color like olive oil but
smells sweet or pleasant like coconut oil and
we are quiet. I read things 
very briefly about buddhism on the internet
so I’m working with what I have here.
We are all in a circle in candlelight and
there is sweat
on our faces
and we are smiling
wildly but our eyes are 
closed and maybe we are 
giggling. 
This is the kind of religion that I want and
maybe I will have to invent it.
We feel loose and maybe it is basically an orgy that I’m talking about.
                                                             
We have all fasted for a little while
so it feels warm and strange and pleasurable. The emptiness like you still
don’t want to eat anything and you feel so proud. Maybe some
herbal tea, or wine.
                                                             
It’s this whole thing— the way I imagine my
life this way. I want an apartment where there is one 
main room with some soft cushions like a bean bag and
some pillows on the floor and a wonderful rug and 
some plants but everything is very low and cozy and asking you to have
sex.
                                                             
After that, I can make other decisions
Like going elsewhere, somewhere with community and parties and
Is buddhism ultimately about pleasure,

I think I could be naturally buddhist if that is the case I love to lie 
in bed for long hours and eat and moisturize and stand in steamy 
showers and have deep stretches and 
drink hot or boozy beverages and 
 
come many times, show off my own softness and 
beauty. I like to read and hear juicy dirty sexy things.
 
I like the sky at its most velvety. A morning blue or an
afternoon lavender or a
high summer magenta over trees and a
small downtown skyline where everyone is
 
laughing and there is refreshing bubbly beverages and 
sparkly lighting and maybe a plant with
large waxy leaves to touch. I mean this to be about us but 
feminine, like if we were making a new language 
 
we would use the feminine the for it.
In the end if the world is over here's what we’ll do
 
We will camp somewhere
by a really juicy— 
a quality river
 
and I’ll touch your arm 
gently and call it
universal healthcare
 
I’ll pluck a couple dandelions 
from the ground near our feet
and lay them in front of
 
a rabbit
and call it
taxing the rich
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