Author Information
"Look of How Much Longer"
by Jeph Johnson
Though her body's a talking sculpture,
she communicates with her eyes
a standard look of seduction
I have yet to memorize.
She gives to me each time
the same look I give to her.
It's the look of how much longer
at different ends of the calendar.
Waiting until the waiting ends,
we're both just waiting on me.
To figure out what's good and evil
I mix my want with need.
I begin confusing stark devotion
with vague obsession again;
obsessing while I should be devoting,
holy while I sin.
Chances slowly tick away;
the same smile on her face
timely combines my depression
with her hourglass shape.
But the alarm never sounds for us
and time now alternates
the look of how much longer
between both of our faces.
