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"Diary Cows," by Ron Koertge
What She Wanted
was my bones. As I gave them
to her one at a time, she put them
in a bag from Saks.
As long as I didn't hesitate
she collected scapula and
vertebrae with a smile.
If I grew reluctant, she pouted.
Then I would come across
with rib cage or pelvis.
Eventually I lay in a puddle
at her feet, only the boneless
penis waving like an anemone.
"Look at yourself," she said.
“You're disgusting."
Diary Cows
Got up early, waited for the farmer.
He hooked us all to the machines as
usual. Typical trip to the pasture,
typical trip grazing and ruminating.
About 5:00 back to the machines. What
a relief! Listened to the radio
during dinner. Lights out at 7:00.
More tomorrow.
Ron Koertge is a well-known, much admired poet and the author of several brilliant, award-winning young adult novels. "Diary Cows" was originally published in a collection titled Diary Cows, published by Little Caesar Press, and "What She Wanted" is from Ron Koertge's collection Making Love to Roget's Wife, published by the University of Arkansas Press. Photo credit, Sonia Sones. The poems are reprinted by permission.
Here's something you might be interested in.
"Diary Cows," by Ron Koertge
"Diary Cows," by Ron Koertge
What She Wanted
was my bones. As I gave them
to her one at a time, she put them
in a bag from Saks.
As long as I didn't hesitate
she collected scapula and
vertebrae with a smile.
If I grew reluctant, she pouted.
Then I would come across
with rib cage or pelvis.
Eventually I lay in a puddle
at her feet, only the boneless
penis waving like an anemone.
"Look at yourself," she said.
“You're disgusting."
Diary Cows
Got up early, waited for the farmer.
He hooked us all to the machines as
usual. Typical trip to the pasture,
typical trip grazing and ruminating.
About 5:00 back to the machines. What
a relief! Listened to the radio
during dinner. Lights out at 7:00.
More tomorrow.
Ron Koertge is a well-known, much admired poet and the author of several brilliant, award-winning young adult novels. "Diary Cows" was originally published in a collection titled Diary Cows, published by Little Caesar Press, and "What She Wanted" is from Ron Koertge's collection Making Love to Roget's Wife, published by the University of Arkansas Press. Photo credit, Sonia Sones. The poems are reprinted by permission.