Adrienne Barbeau

We were lying side by side in my dream, on a grassy hill in the sunshine, with many others nearby when all of a sudden her skirt hiked up all by itself and I touched her fanny ever so gently and gazed admiringly.

But another man might notice so I nuzzled at the nape of her neck confessing with the quietest whisper my deepest secret saying “I had a crush on you in high school” and she smiled broadly with love in her eyes and said “I know.”

Bissage Attempts a Second Poem

If I were God, no one could hurt me.

And I would give everyone everything they ever wanted.

Because I want to see them happy.

And not because I need to be loved.

Bissage Attempts a Poem

Two lesbians in their prime power-walking the suburban cul-de-sac
sleek as seals

Hip against hip, arms interlocked.

Striding black leopard lycra
Fast and strong, past every suburban lawn.
Fast and strong, united as one, posture perfect, fast and strong.

Garage window lawyer peeking-spying-pudgy-graying

Proud.

They stop to admire his peonies.