“Greek Tastes” by West Ambrose

Give him a job; to count the stars each night; 

(9, 43, 284, 43481, 3, 1, 0, 76, 21, 21, 21, 2 … )

Ursa major; ursa minor; sirius; cygnus; 

I heard someone ask which one is the woman;

Which one is the man; they saw the shadow

box, but not the slight of

hand him a job; to take care of you;

who will fold the laundry; and who

will sit on the council; who will strip

and lay in child’s pose; who will put you to 

bed with a myth and a tweak of the nose;

who makes your lunch and who files

your taxes; who gives speeches and

who sits on the board; who writes your 

speeches and wipes your brow; who

gets to love you and who really knows 

how to count the stars each night; 2, 21, 76, 

1, 0, 3, 284, 43, 9, 43481, 21, 3, 9, 

76…) cygnus; sirius; ursa minor; ursa 

minor details history books forgot and high 

priestess’s envy twisted but could not 

touch the soft shape of hands intertwined 

in a parallel axis;

to count the stars each night,

to take care of you.

About West Ambrose
He/Him

West Ambrose is a scrivener and performing artist. Check out his ever queer works at westofcanon.com. If you want anything published in The HLK quarterly or The Crow’s Nest, just ring for the masthead, and let them know.