"and this is when you ask yourself" by Jennifer Van Buren Do I really want to tell you about how I miss my son or why the grandchildren cannot come to stay here because their father wants a dog a vicious dog Do you want to know my relative position to the moon or do we save this for our sisters our diaries our goddamn therapists because tell me did you not mention the perpetual arousal and didn’t I, didn’t I? Can we save the oreos and milk for snack and nap and see how I hold hold hold back oh the upper hand of the pause save it save it pour your perversion over me palm my head call for your dead mother mother! No she is not coming no And don’t you just want to save the middle names and the eye color for the DMV baby jesus you are hard jesus I am ready Take me down to the church lot you fog the back I will take the front shake my seat with your pull and jerk catch my hair in your mouth as my skull pounds the head rest stain my seats baby come come tell me what you feel tell me what you see back there spread and naked Our imperfect bodies meet somewhere and crack like spit in frozen air and baby skip it skip it meet me in the hindbrain let off your steam About the Author: Jennifer lives in Texas hill country with her husband and two sons. She is editor of the web-based journal, Mannequin Envy and more of her work can be found at mannequinenvy.wordpress.com. Email: jkvanburen@gmail.com