Joelene
sitting in sinks & eric

Joelene🌸

I’m Joelene.

And here’s a few things

that you should know

about me:

One: I love sugar pancakes,

and guys with potbellies.

And beard.

And men that wears

white wife-beaters,

with cigs hanging

from the corner of their lips.

And men who drives pick-up trucks.

And men with dogs.

It’s a plus if you have dogs.

And the shaggy ones? It’s a double plus.

I love sitting in sinks:

When Mama is not home, that is.

If she ever sees me, she'd confiscate all those

old mills & boobs I read on the daily.

They are called: Mills & Boon.

But I say Boobs because they're filled with

S.E.X. Satisfying. Enjoyment. X-rated.

Now I can't read them around Papa,

because he'd burn them along with

them naked magazines

I see him with on Sundays.

When Mama goes to the community church

with that fat pastor, wearing those big,

broad hats that hides her bony face.

He'd read and read and read.

And I think it's those old, smelly books

that caused my quick-growth crush on

Eric Jacobs.

I don't mean the magazines,

I mean the romance books.

Who's Eric?

Patience. Patience.

So eager to go to prison,

aren't you?

Eric was/is perfect.

He reminds me of cherries.

The ones too far in the tress.

That you have to climb the balk to get them.

And your skirt gets caught

in an overgrown limb

and boys with their tricycles below

are getting flashes

of your cotton panties.

But you don't care because,

boys are ugly

when you've met someone like Eric.

So let's backtrack...

to the first day we spoke.