Aubade with Strap-On
she said the first time she wore it
under her pants in the bar she felt
like a misplaced preposition a word
describing inaccurately the suchness
she said her cheeks were on fire
but then she danced and no one even
noticed which was the point but not
to take off what you once were or never were
what you have and never had collapsing
as a child you pulled dicks out of nothing
but never quite became boy in the closet cocks
on the backs of playing cards in bed everything
is slipping and nothing slips you dream a real penis
wake up and don’t tell anyone how it felt to love
*
Claire Robbins serves as the creative non-fiction editor for Third Coast Magazine, holds an MFA in fiction from Western Michigan University, and has published work in Nimrod, American Short Fiction, and Passages North.