Unsent Valentine to Porcupine, South Dakota

POEM | Adrian C. Louis

Unsent Valentine to Porcupine, South Dakota

Moth-shaped leaves bang again & again against the basement window. Snow winds screech outside my rented house like a hundred Lloronas. I’m plump, nude, & waiting for the washing machine to finish its mad dance. I live alone & haunt myself with lies about forgotten flesh while dormant desires feast on my increasing forgetfulness. If the true God manifested in this Minnesota basement, I’d mince about & wink, but if Satan popped up I’d offer my tight ass without blinking for just a few more years. Just a few more years with you in Porcupine.