Saida Agostini Poem Appears in Pride Poems 2022

I want to name our cock chocolate thunder, tammy thinks
I have lost my mind. I see our cock as a blaxploitation heroine
resplendent in the finest of neon spandex, draped in golden chains
and a velvet cape, stiff in resolution to kick any jive turkey punk
muthafucka ass into submission.

our cock has framed pictures of prince on the wall, and listens
to deon estus to show her sensitive side.

she is fluent in seven languages, drinks dos equis, can paint, sing gospel,
praise dance and is head usher at the church of dynamic discipleship.
our cock is the renaissance dick, and if you are looking at her sideways:
bitch, what has your cock done for you lately?

our cock doesn’t hide when company comes, stalks out butt naked
in sequined pumps, shining with lube, sits spread eagled on
the dinner table and says embarrassing shit about things she
would do to kerry washington.

and when everyone else leaves, and only the three of us are left,
all limbs and laughter, she pulls me and tammy closer, our pussies
—climbing
up her veined girth.

this is how we fit together-loud, tight and eager, our wails her
composition, agitated aching notes-accesso and broken
chord. in the studio later with smokey, outfitted in a double breasted
stacey adams suit, matching gators, pinky ring and straw panama
—hat, she’ll share a blunt,
and then play cruisin while talking shit about how hard we came,
—and the scent of wet
—— but in that moment, oh! my love!