The Various Ways Oh My Can be Said:
With dread,
with a head
full of something else
that can’t be said,
with a sigh,
over mai
tais,
at a slice
of oversized
pumpkin pie,
on noticing
an open fly,
with a grin,
when contemplating
not enough,
or everythang,
with a pretty
southern twang,
outside, inside,
in feigned surprise,
while looking into
starry eyes,
on Sundays,
on ladder rungs,
on the slips
of Freudians,
on the tips
of foreign tongues,
and somehow
somewhere
oh my
oh my
can fill the air
when underneath,
and barely there.
This poem first appeared in Nevertheless (Able Muse Press).
Wendy Videlock‘s work has appeared widely, and her books are available from Able Muse Press and EXOT Books.