I love to squeeze
your body. Surrounded by chaotic air
I feel the peace
of a mountainside
making its granite recovery from the earth.
Sitting in our apartment this morning
I could pass for a good citizen
one of those people in a political ad
talking about mutant senatorial elk
my face not handsome, but reliable.
The camera could zoom in
on us, a white man
and a black woman,
they could perfectly dehumanize us
to convey a message of hope and racial unity.
We could read slogans about our uniqueness
written by a college intern
on her summer break.
After living here two weeks
I still feel lost in our apartment,
shelves filled with your books,
walls covered with
your favorite paintings. People do
stupid things on the internet at two a.m.
but last night I ate healthy food
and read about your favorite charity.
I squeeze your body lasciviously
if only because your breaths are familiar,
if this was our political ad
I would be talking about the sales tax
on a nuclear warhead
but everyone would be watching
my hand around your waistline.
Benjamin Schmitt’s poetry has been published or is forthcoming in Grist Journal, Solo Novo, The Monarch Review, Blue Lyra Review, Packingtown Review, and elsewhere. His first book was published in 2013 by Kelsay Books. It is entitled The global conspiracy to get you in bed. He currently lives in Seattle with his wife where he teaches workshops to both children and adults.