Three Poems by Lindsey Anne Baker


In my fantasy you hold my ankle
and you want to
and I know you do because you hold my ankle
and I listen to your favorite song
when I’m unhappy
which is only when someone says it’s such a shame
and you know this when you find me
listening to your favorite song


In my fantasy I call you James
and after Don Giovanni’s been dragged to hell
you hold my coat up behind me
and tell me where my arms are

Common erotica

In my fantasy you’re standing at the stove and I come up behind you
which is an ordinary fantasy
and one you have of me
In my fantasy my body isn’t busy making cancer
none of the other girls have names
We don’t move and my mouth is on you
tongue to fabric




Lindsey Anne Baker is a writer and editor in Omaha, and the author of Fine Warm Pulse (dancing girl press, 2013).