Let Me Lurk You

– Jennifer Swanton Brown

“Let me lurk you,” said Bob,
describing his planned translations
of Rod McKuen into an
Eastern European language,
the upcoming retirement project.

We talked about Danielle
Steele’s poems, and that
the year her book Love was published
it easily out-sold all other books
of poems combined.
“…with the plastic passion of your
torch…” anything is possible.

Why does this information not discourage us?
Because lurk is so fun to say
and we will whisper it wildly
to our respective spouses
later tonight, lying naked
on bearskin rugs in front of
roaring fires, in June,
in the suburbs of our long
imperfect marriages.

“I will lurk you all the days of my life.”

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