This poem seemed to come out of a moment of extreme sexual frustration. But it happened on Mills campus one day. I was feeling lonely wrapped in the warmth of the sun--laying in the sunshine when a beautiful specimen of a man danced past me in what looked to be tight swim trunks filled up with the tightest tushie I have ever seen. When he past me he was playing with a half full water bottle in his hand. The water was swishing and swashing like an uncontrollably yet contained monsoon. As soon as he was in front of me he paused and downed almost all the water like he never tasted water so sweet in his life. From that moment these words created the following poem:
Enjoy folks-
To the guy with the water bottle,
Don’t walk in front of me with feet dragging against the
ground like two magnets forced to connect
They make what should taste like pink smell like purple
And what should slide like silk grind like sandpaper
Don’t slosh liquids around in plastic skin
teasing my parched taste buds with drops of wet
swishing and swashing
thirsting for a drink morphs into a steroid of strength
constructing masses of muscles to remove the impenetrably
tightened lid that holds you in
Don’t bounce bountiful butt-cheeks next to tempted grabbing
hands
who gasp at every sway of hips, vibrating towards their
space of friction
they tickle my toe nails with every jaunting jiggle and
shake
screaming for the chance to slide up and down the sleek
stubbles of calves
don’t bottle your water, guy
tighten that tush
force apart the magnets so I can unscrew your top
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I totally remember this poem from Poetry 1 and I still love it. There's something so liberating about writing about a male stranger this way, a reversal of what we're so used to seeing almost everywhere almost always. I see how it fits with your thesis--if it was in prose, I would assume it was part of your thesis. Your narrator is so mentally aggressive (although still a little outwardly timid).
I admire that you can take inspiration from such mundane little things and really bring them to life.
I definitely see how this poem will help with your thesis - but less on the general content level and more on the connection level. I laughed, I said "Ooh," I said "Hey now," and the fact that your language in describing imagery is so vivid and imaginable just tells me that you have the ability to write emotionally-investing scenes. I'm glad you found this because it's a great resource for your descriptions if ever you get stuck :)
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