Good Sex

On your birthday last year I

Secretly put on a corset and

Fit it under a bathrobe

To surprise you

But you ended up talking on the phone

With friends for an hour so

I sat stiffly just hoping

You wouldn't notice

But by the time that you hung up

The wire and the clasps had dug

Canals and dried water ducts

Like a sex map of my chest

And I mimicked all the movie stars

As I let the terry cloth slip off and

As I did I imagined what

This would look like if it weren't us and

I started laughing at myself

Pretending to be someone else

In that tiny dusty living room

Full of candy wrappers and dirty shoes

And our cat licking his ass and looking confused

And your face contorting with amuse and I

Shared shortness of breath with you

I shared shortness of breath with you cuz

Bad sex makes a good joke

That anyone can get

But good sex makes a bad joke

That's only funny if you were there