"Flirtation" by Nate Maxson
Yesterday a young woman nearly ran me over on a bicycle
As I stepped aside, into the gutter, she gave me the slyest smile
Flying by
Ah, why can’t every possible romance begin and end with this?
In fact,
Let’s end every story
Like this
With a lavishly staged double suicide
Or a first kiss
On a day with no wind
"Roleplay" by Nate Maxson
Dear Mr. President,
You could tie me up
And burn me like a witch resplendent
Writhing
On a pyre of fur coats
And dictionaries