April 8, 2017
by Jessie Janeshek
Barge music. Shush, war chalet
terrarium cages, lamb ears.
Pink panties cry rage my doppelganger
wheeling a baby....
I can only get noir in the summer skull high-heeled
a souvenir parasoled blood on my hands...
April 2, 2017
the making and searing
the first memory deer crosses glowworms paranoia...
March 4, 2017
There’s lie in believe a mid-sized suitcase...
January 12, 2017
You in the dark room. You’re the only one
I show my childhood bangs to
this hot breeze these porcelain bears...
December 31, 2016
Take the L to Union Square
code mottled and nuanced the sun setting at seven
when you’re having an affair.
Gentrification permits anonymity...
November 14, 2016
Bloodsucker bugs in the side room
w/ a bumblebee puppet wasps and no batteries
a stuffed rabbit on skates.
I just breathed a k...
September 22, 2016
Say we have tomorrow the bare trappings of narrative
the last pack of cigarettes traditionally reckl...
August 25, 2016
It’s a tight circle a strange deviation...