Trapped on a long drive with an atheist
I closed my eyes and sought refuge in
My earliest erotic fantasies of capture
By an Apache warrior maiden, cruel
At first but then merely unpredictable.
As the atheist droned on the scent of
Formaldehyde characteristic of his
Persuasion suffused the vehicle and
Obligated me to explain this aroma
To the warrior maiden who fiercely
Demanded ‘What’s that awful smell?’
‘Formaldehyde,’ I answered and
With a shrill war-whoop she bared
Her breasts and pounced on me.
from the archive; first posted November 2017