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Weeds are not supposed to grow
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some achieve a flower, although
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From the February Issue


Greatest Moments in Cougar Porn

If every poem has to do with love,
    then every video
concerns a neighboring desire,
    and all you need to know
comes down to similarities – a pulse
    that flickers into life
in front of a computer screen
    next to a sleeping wife.

Play with the thought of what you think she wants,
    a sequence of what-if.
Pretend her moans mean that she cares.
    Pretend you're really stiff,
and swear that she looks almost jailbait young
    (beneath the sheets, dim lights)
and that it's twenty years ago
    in more expensive tights.

But maybe it's the fib that feels like love,
    the lube beside the bed,
the unshared past conveyed in hints,
    the dyed hair on the head,
the fantasy behind the fantasy,
    the just reward of youth
with only wrinkles around the eyes
    hinting at the truth.


Quincy R. Lehr's poems and criticism appear widely in North America, Europe, and Australia, and his most recent books are Heimat (2014) and The Dark Lord of the Tiki Bar (2015). He lives in Brooklyn, where he teaches history.