Since 1996 Volume XXI
Wendy Taylor Carlisle
“Frog is Already Elsewhere”
When Frog came knocking, you were shocked.
Delighted, you let him in.
Sun up and he’s gone.
Another one-night stand you spin to your family as a miscalculation.
This charade goes on until you’re fed up with him.
You give him a heave at the shutters.
Instead of tepid skin and bulging
eyes, there’s a cold-blooded stranger in your bed
Elsewhere, where the nights were when you giggled and tossed that ball.
Frog is elsewhere, not in your father’s ballroom or throne room.
Frog is elsewhere, under the scrumptious pond scum or out behind the palace, wailing.
You cry too.
You weep for the frog’s mouth, for being swallowed whole by good times,
enchanted by a dance band and a green new moon.
Wendy Taylor Carlisle.