She wants
grit of silt and sand
skin on skin, smell
real time, taste, touch
messy dishes, an unmade bed.
imperfect, mundane
another workday, a lawn to mow
a porch to sweep.
the silk of silence
sex in a simple caress
a sigh.
nakedness of being seen,
plain, flawed,
common, dangerous.
She’s had enough
ephemeral affection
tentative attention
flimsy love.
She’s bored
by bravado and cheapspeak:
It is what it is
Agree to disagree
Gotta take what you can get
Let’s just leave it there.
Catherine Arra is a native of the Hudson Valley in upstate New York, where she lives with wildlife and changing seasons until winter when she migrates to the Space Coast of Florida. Arra teaches part-time and facilitates local writing groups.Recent work appears in Anti-Heroin Chic, Unbroken, Impspired, Poetica Review, Piker Press, Rat’s Ass Review, and Unleashed Lit.. Find her at www.catherinearra.com