Take a minute or two
of my time.
You with buttocks
so hard,
so round,
so smooth
to the touch.
You may drink
from the pools
my eyes have become,
though I would not blame you
if you have a taste instead
for fresh running waters.
You may pick through
my mind,
as the ragpickers pick.
Don’t tell me
if nothing is left
to find.
Don’t wake me
if something is left
behind.
Take it home,
put it on your shelf,
keep it for yourself,
as I dig in
with both hands.
About the Author: Jacob Friesenhahn is the author of the poetry collection The Prayer of the Mantis (Kelsay Books, 2025). This poem was first published in Ginosko Literary Journal, #31, Winter 2023-2024.