Jessica McKenna is a New York City poet by way of rural Connecticut. She lives with her fiancee and their four cats, all of whom have watched her in intimate moments at one time or another. She has been previously published in Lavender Review, Sinister Wisdom, and several other journals both sweet and salty.
ease of use
I’m easy with myself, wear it
Like a badge of honor:
I can do it in
Bathrooms, beds, childhood homes,
Draped on couches, spread
On kitchen counters.
It’s a quick thing –
Five or so all rubbed out
In five minutes or less.
And if the roommate, parent, chef
Comes in first, no worry. I’ll be
Dry as summer streets
My fiancée is different, she
Two fingers must be used
To gently cup the clit, rub
A candles-and-bedsheets affair.
Sometimes, instead of lighting it all
And making a go of her myself, I
Sit on our toilet with knees pressed
Tight against our narrow walls,
Beat the rough-pant nerves-spent urge out of me
Before it can spread.