Lead with what you know: Sex, then. It’s always been my strong suit. I could make a man feel like an electric current was blazing through him. I know; I’ve seen that amazed look many times. Their appetite for me was so strong — I thought fire leapt from my pupils. I had a tiny mole to the left of my lips, my pout, and it garnered a disproportionate amount of attention. Marry me, doll? His laconic style won me over. I would always eschew the fast and spurious talkers. But I was never a bargain, and my appetite for material things — like a gyroscope oscillating — defied all laws of gravitational pull. My lust for those comforts, in the end, exceeded his lust for me. As a consequence, neither one of us got what we wanted.
Myna Wallin is a poet, prose writer, editor and host of In Other Words on CKLN 88.1 FM, where she interviews authors from across Canada. Her first full-length collection of poetry, A Thousand Profane Pieces, was published by Tightrope Books in 2006. She also co-hosts the Art Bar Poetry Reading Series, co-organizes the Toronto Small Press Book Fair and has recently become poetry editor of Tightrope Books.
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