My vagina invites you to a party
whenever your time frees up
or now,
now would be better
You see, it remembers the evening
when it left your apartment
a pack of dogs followed it home
the neighborhood tomcat—
balls bouncing—
scaled the fire escape
sprayed the bedroom window
You wouldn’t recognize my vagina now
it’s so well behaved
sitting all day on an office chair
wearing cotton underpants
while it yearns for the days
of trimming and perfume
a walking florist’s shop
with the sign swinging
No need to RSVP
or bring anything
just get here
the cat’s at the window
and dogs circle the block
Tina Barry writes about food, fashion and relationships for various newspapers and magazines. Her poems and short stories have appeared in Lost in Thought, Inch Magazine, The Orange Room Review, Elimae, and Exposure, an anthology of microfiction from Cinnamon Press (2010), among others, and are upcoming in The Camrock Press Review. She will complete her MFA in creative writing at Long Island University in Brooklyn, NY, in 2014.