I want something lovely & improbable,
safe as glass that’s kept behind glass.
I want porcelain with a steel spine.
I want a book made of feathers,
equally Tolkien & Dostoevsky.
It will fall from a shelf onto my fingertips
when I need it most. On the road,
I pass a steakhouse & think, I want that:
tenderloin shutters for windows
perched above a T-bone door.
More, more. I want a laser
light show in my living room.
I want a lover in the Cubist style
to crookedly caress me while we lie.
I want my eyes made of candy
so they weep a sugary glaze
when bent, awkward lines
of the body beside me straighten,
exit with a clumsy march,
off to find something more tangible
like the milk of paradise
dully waiting in another room.
Ace Boggess is the author of two books of poetry: The Prisoners (Brick Road Poetry Press, 2014) and The Beautiful Girl Whose Wish Was Not Fulfilled (Highwire Press, 2003). His novel, A Song Without a Melody, is forthcoming from Hyperborea Publishing. His writing has appeared in Harvard Review, Mid-American Review, RATTLE, River Styx, North Dakota Quarterly and many other journals. He lives in Charleston, West Virginia.