Letter to Mother – A Sputnik Poem

IMG_0737 (a tribute to Thom Gunn)

Dear mother,
I really do not know
what it was, but
when we finally
got into her Honda
I felt much harder
(much harder in poetry, yea!)

We drove straight up
the hill of Langelandsgade
And I must admit,
I exceeded the speed of light
and afterwards I felt
ugly as a troll.

II
Dear mother,
I do not know,
what it is with me and women?
Down the street at the local 7-Eleven
a lovely girl is standing behind the counter.
All the time she slides smoothly
into the nude dimension.
(I am now a troll again?)

III
Dear mother,
I met a girl
from Sao Paulo in Vestergade,
and she said
she had “Tantos desejos.”
Do girls really think
about sex as much as boys?
(They must feel terrible!)

IV
Dear mother,
for a long time I danced
at Club Le Cheval
with a girl to the naked rhythm.

Yet afterwards I could not
find the hard poetry again.
I was terrified,
I might not
be a troll anyway,
So dear mother,
now I’ve started
reading
Gunn.

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