I donít think that I like John. Imaging people having all kinds of sex. Imagine watery skin behind
synthesis. John is a materialist. What could be better. Gingham button-down blouse is cotton. Big
woman, blousy, puckered, perpendicular. I know she donít work on the farm. She could fit inside that
box if she tried.
A woman is a container in which you hold.
Can grow bodies. Can extract iron from blood. Can say ďI want the twilight anesthetic.Ē Cannot speak
about this again. Can still grow bodies. Can use cotton to absorb the blood. Can insert desirable objects.
Can grow carcinogens. Can present dysplastic cells. Can inspect her flower every day. Can carry her own
luggage. Cannot stitch her own lesions. Can make signage with her eyes. Can make dead in a single stride.
Push the tea kettle off, I hate you so much. Walk along the thread, stinking red. This is the last time I
wait for distress.
This flu has people jamming up the lanes, I know. But now, Janey has to drive herself. Deluge right into
the contaminant. Her night vision is taut, she has a slack-jaw memory. The slightest bump makes
Go post-it note your own mirror. Finish up your shift. Let other people drive the cars. FYI, you may not
succeed. They will take away the movies. No one will speak Portuguese. This is the last time I wait. A
phone call is the least amount of effort.
We cut this safely and procure all the fragments.
Let everything grow deeply so we can stamp out the pretty things. We could sweep together. We could
control these awful little shallots. When the pantry is stocked. When the draft stays in the attic. We will
be in this place. We will own the wrinkles and push cuticles back for the sake of grooming.
how she knots it
I keep my pennies alive. Keep buttons and pins and other peopleís business cards. Go home at night and
look at all my things.
put his heel on the ratís head and killed it
Rat is not quiet and seems coy. I slept with a rat, slow poisoned a rat, called for help. It was large and
dead. I killed the rat.
the whole story of the home affairs
Abstinence and fainting. Figuring out what incognito really means. The park has a road that is a road,
pavement and social but not to be tread upon.
she used to be hoary
The opposite of white this time.
however those unhappy flowers are spelt
I will make room for the ranunculus, there are many parts of the ringlets and facets. Simple for the lichen
to mock the angel. You could chart everything by the organization of this tree.
Dolly Lemke is currently pursuing a MFA in Poetry at Columbia College Chicago where she teaches Composition and works as a Student Advocate. She is also the Publicity Coordinator at Switchback Books, a small feminist press based in Chicago.