Gary Charles Wilkens
Naked Pictures
In the neighborhood creek
we’d find them, sodden sex torn
from Playboy or Hustler, littering
the concrete chunks and car parts
like forsaken wedding rice.
We didn’t know who had tossed
their fantasies to the water, let long legs
leisurely sink to the smooth bed rocks.
We imagined an older man with a mustache,
caught by his girlfriend smuggling boobs.
He stood on the swinging bridge, letting
dollops of pink flesh splash into the current,
his eye kissing dark mystery triangles
goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.
Gary Charles Wilkens, who has been a teacher of composition and literature, is currently pursuing his Ph.D. at The Center for Writers at the University of Southern Mississippi. He was the winner of the 2006 Texas Review Breakthrough Poetry Prize for his first book, The Red Light Was My Mind, and also a finalist for the 2006 Elinor-Benedict-Prize. His is a co-founder and an assistant editor of The Externalist, and his poems have appeared in The Texas Review, The Cortland Review, the Adirondack Review and MiPOesias.
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