Les Conneries

trying to do

my liver a solid

with dandelion

and burdock

and shitty city water

I notice

my intuition is my best friend

at least

that's what the tea bag says

as I'm watching some absurd

Quebecois movie

about unrequited love

doubly unrequited

it turns out

tight characters

bitch and snit and snort

about and at romance

pose

preen

and present themselves

as immune

yet

play

pine

and pledge themselves

to one another

and that's always been

my intuition

too

to pantomime all

worldly and jaded

until a fella

says hello

then

without skipping a beat

a Hail Mary

pass of heart

must be I think the act a

sufficient

warning

I'm not to be messed with

then I break the stern huddle

and I signal him

go deep

go long

deeper

longer

and I push him right out the end zone

right out of the stadium

and my arm ain't that strong

and my chest is a cavity agape

so I'll sip the steaming

bitter brew

with a cupboard honey bare

and ask forgiveness

for mistrust

of purveyors of tea and wisdom

and lush cinematography