Some Like It Hot
by Kim Bridgford
It’s both the ultra feminine and not
Aboard love’s train in Wilder’s gangster plot.
The sax and sex combine to make us watch,
And all the multiplicities of touch.
The hermeneutic question: Who wants heart,
And who wants money? Sugar knows them both.
Yet mind is swayed by this important truth:
A kiss is practice gathering into art.
The phrase “Nobody’s perfect” carries weight,
When there’s the moment of the true confession,
For feeling, with the courage of expression,
Wins out. Like Darwin, we find in our fate
The thrill of what is strange and what is true,
The ecstasy of nature making do.
