When I think of Disneyland
I think of the motel my young husband
took me to. I had never seen a place
that indecent, but G--- was excited
we could rent by the hour
He begged me to imagine what kind of activities
erupted between whores and johns, or between young men
and women like us. G--- was a student of international
finance in Phoenix and I was a travel agent
He said, Send me to Jupiter, baby
He wanted me to be a
lady in the kitchen
(though he did all our cooking)
and he wanted me to learn to loosen the muscles
in my throat completely
We viewed The Devil in Miss Jones
as the year before on our honeymoon
in a theatre in Honolulu we’d watched
Deep Throat while men around us undid their
zippers in a second soundtrack
I thought about Mickey Mouse and
Minnie and wondered if they rented
by the hour. I sloshed on the dry waves
taking G--- so far inside my mouth
he rubbed my heart raw
