BOTH/BOTH
“We were just kids.” –Patti Smith
I’m asking if she wants
dumbbells on the top
or sort of smack down
keeps saying ‘I don’t
know” with a sweet
I don’t know, I don’t
know, I don’t know
hallway again and a
breast in my hand
the tender way
without embarrassment
I have them too she
pulls me close and
goods me empty goods
me clean
we pronoun joyful
inside a hoarse pavilion
chins up roll it up
just kids coming back
to the picture smudgy gray
with a little bit of words
for our both chests
then an airplane leaving
the limits then love then
love then limits then
limits then love then
love then love then
Oliver Bendorf is the author of The Spectral Wilderness (Kent State UP 2015), selected by Mark Doty for the Wick Poetry Prize. New poems and visual art are forthcoming from cream city review, diode, and Sycamore Review.oliverbendorf.tumblr.com
