Stealing/Sending Sex Trunks

One time my sister and I went into a sex shop
to buy an elephant’s trunk to send to a friend
in the army
to cover his penis.
Walking in, my iPod set off the metal detector
(shame inducer, dick arouser?)—
15 men turned to me and
I saw they hadn’t eaten in weeks.
They hadn’t seen that I was actually coming,
(not going)
and those beady eyes couldn’t wait to cook
what I could possibly have slipped into my bag
when they were alone that night.

Janna Grace lives in a half-glass barn and her work has been published in The Bitchin’ Kitsch, Plastik Magazine, Cut a Long Story, and Quail Bell Magazine, among others. She teaches writing at Rutgers University and her debut novel is forthcoming with Quill Press in 2019.

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