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

 

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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.