More from Ocho #11

THE SEXUALITY OF PROLEPSIS

In a lyrical space
I do not see you

or the hysteria
of your runaway bride.

It’s a Saturday, only,
it is not wartime,

& you are not appropriate
with that shouting,

hollering to-do.
I should lie, say

I dreamt about you.
Make you quiet.

© Jessica Lee White 2007