Laura Madeline Wiseman is the recipient of the 2009 Academy of American Poets Award from the University of Nebraska-Lincoln, where she is a doctoral candidate and teaches English. Her second chapbook, Ghost Girl, is forthcoming from Pudding House. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Feminist Studies, MARGIE, Arts & Letters, and elsewhere. Other awards include the Mari Sandoz Award in fiction, the Will Jumper Award in poetry, and five Pushcart Prize nominations. She is co-editor (with Christine Stewart-Nunez) of the forthcoming anthology Women Write Resistance: Poets Fight Gender Violence, (Finishing Line Press).
Like a Honeymoon
My imaginary cock joins Humans Anonymous. In a back row I slouch in sunglasses, a trench coat with the collar turned up. The cocks sit in a circle.
Bad coffee percolates by baskets of fake sugar. Blue smoke obscures wrinkles and sags. The room wafts the odor of the unattended.
I stiffen when my imaginary cock speaks. I haven’t had a human in thirty-seven days. Last night I parked outside the house for an hour.
Imaginary cocks adjust themselves. Some weep. Others rub sobriety coins. My cock shivers, It’s because of all of you that I left alone.
Several cocks applaud as my cock reddens. My fingers quake. I scuttle out of the room and slump in the car until the meeting ends.
When my cock leaves with another cock, I drive home with the headlights off and get into bed with all my clothes on.
I can’t sleep. I pee once every hour. At 3:33, keys shake the lock. A door opens.