REPRISE

Please do not tell Janine Turner
about the poem I wrote
where I violently fucked her
– or rather, a poster of her –
into soggy shreds
that could only be thought to be her
by the imaginative mind
that wrote the poem
in the first place.

Janine does not need to know.
She wouldn’t understand
this American boy’s urges and needs
and would certainly not see the value
of my posting my artist musings
all over America Online
and parts further unknown.

I would appreciate it
if you kept my poem
its contents
and my fantasies
away from Ms. Turned
– at least until I’ve gotten a chance
to introduce myself.

Please?
How can I make it worth your while?