“Oh God, Fuck Me” by Ruth L. Schwartz
Fuck me, oh God, with ordinary things,
the things you love best in this world––
like trees in spring, exposing themselves,
flashing leaf-buds so firm and swollen
I want to take them into my mouth.
Speaking of trees, fuck me with birds,
say, and enormous raucous crow,
proud as a man with his hand down his pants,
and then a sparrow, intimately brown,
discreet and cautious as a concubine.
Fuck me with my kitchen faucet, dripping
like a nymphomaniac,
all night slowly filling a filling,
then overflowing the bowls in the sink––
and with the downstairs neighbor’s vacuum,
that great sucking noisy dragon
