Why don’t you write something romantic? she asks.
Erotic isn’t the same as romantic; and you write as if erotic always means pornographic.
But what would erotic be if it weren’t about sex?
Like a flower by O’Keefe.
But didn’t she always say her paintings weren’t sexual?
Her flowers are erotic for being flowers, not because they’re sexual.
But they’re only erotic because they remind us of a woman’s pussy. If I gave you an Audubon guide to wildflowers, you wouldn’t say there were erotic. O’Keefe’s flowers are erotic because of the way she painted them. They remind us of a woman’s pussy.
Make your poems like flowers.
But what if my erotica is pornographic? I ask. Can’t pornography be artful, and if it’s artful, can’t it also be erotic?
But if you make your erotica like flowers, she says…
····sentence she comes—squeezing me with little
Redbud | February 20 2017