Drew Pisarra is one half of Saint Flashlight (with Molly Gross), a conceptual art duo that finds playful ways to get poetry into public places such as film-themed haiku on a movie marquee or a series of lost-dog flyers that drive to a phone bank of poems. These unconventional installations have been part of the O, Miami Poetry Festival, Free Verse: Charleston Poetry Festival, and Capturing Fire’s International Poetry Summit and Slam. His first book of poetry, Infinity Standing Up, comes out in early 2019. His short story collection, Publick Spanking, was published by Future Tense ages ago.
I’ve tasted another’s sweat on your tongue
and licked off a stranger’s spit from your ear
o’erheard your sleeping voice and been stung
by an unknown name of no one near here.
Who am I to complain? What am I to do?
When doesn’t affection come with a sting?
Why shouldn’t I settle for less of you
instead of much more of a dingaling?
You gift me hours, I savor each minute.
You show up one night then you’re gone for days.
Months pass, links weaken. Then we’re back at it
in the shower or squeezed onto my chaise.
In my dreams, we’re together ’round the clock.
This room knows different: Tickety tock.