Two Poems
Mark Yakich

Lonely Tylenol

Because I couldn't find a condom
(Poor excuse)

Or a footrest,
I had to lick you

From perineum to glabella,
After looking up the words.

Cyanide didn't enter
The picture until the 1970s.

By then I didn't know where
To prick my heart.

All the tears were filled
With other tears.

Circumspice

He who breaks
Breaks

You
In.

In
Time, know

You
Save no one

Save
Yourself.