John Davis
Hands
What anarchy of angels will erupt when boys
decide to pants a special needs boyyank down his underpants hold him
down on the shower room floorDo they turn on the shower when they jam
the broom handle Is the water cold Is it hotDoes it steam his glasses In the haze
of screams will the helmets and pads hung in lockershear the no no and stop please stop
as boys become men become villains And what ofthe young hands of the boy who holds
the broom who jams the handleWhat of those hands that have tackled
that have caught spirals and held them to his own heartas he charged downfield juking jiving left & right
hands that have shaved a bar of soapinto a white whale to give on Mother’s Day
What of the fire in the branches of his handsthat warmed revenge hands that one day
might point to violet stars and northern lights
When we blame do we blame
the hands that have washed themselvesbefore dinner hands that have folded
themselves neatly in prayerLife is Short. Have an Affair.
Ashley MadisonAnd now you can cheat on your wife
with the flick of an appfor a path to bondage and blindfolds,
faux-fur handcuffs with a married woman,every position your wife won’t assume.
Your affair likes to finger your mole. You fingerher diamond ring. You love the way light catches
the diamond when she’s holding your sex. You lean
back like a man watching Double Indemnity,
eye the glinted light of her ring, a family heirloom.Think of all the love and lust that ring has seen,
the I do’s, the fuck you’s, the permanenceand impermanence of a wedding band,
the thrill of loving more than what her husband loves,a touch of skin, a run through the forest of love, to be
someone else, steal his oxygen, breathe his breath.John Davis is the author of Gigs and The Reservist. His work has recently appeared in DMQ, Harper Palate, Iron Horse Literary Review and Rio Grande Review. He moonlights in rock and roll bands.