the book club

your friend ruby
was into things that scared
you.
take the sex swing for
example in her basement.
and the chains,
and the whips,
and the metal cage
with straw in it.
but she loved to knit
too, and she had
a book club
where we would all
gather and read
the latest works that
oprah would recommend.
but the whole time
you were discussing
the da vinci code
or grisham's latest
lawyer tome, you could
only think about the squeaking
hinges of her swing
in the cellar
and what went on,
once the book club
adjourned.