Three Poems

by Lindsey Anne Baker

Pidgin

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

Libretto 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 first

Lindsey Anne Baker

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