Hurricane Song

Lady, won't you wait
out the hurricane

all night at my place —
we'll take cover like

the lamps & I'll
let you oil

my scalp. Please, I needs
a good woman's hands

caught in my hair, turning
my knots to butter.

All night we'll churn.
Dawn

will lean in too soon —
you'll leave out into

the wet world, winded
& alone, knowing

the me only
midnight sees.

by Kevin Young

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