Perfect Date

by Stacey Hamilton Klausner

Can't we just call it sex,
like the good old days.

moving on my body
frantic or focused
animal and anonymous
in the back of my car
where I don't feel compelled
to take your number
but drive away fast
while your fly's still undone

Can't we just call it sex;
this is not a love song.

must we wallow
in terms of making love
when a good fuck
might just take me
out of my head
and send me back
where I can remember
what I was looking for
in the first place

Can't we just call it sex
and be done with it.