Close-up, Color-coded/In Memoriam

Say we have tomorrow the bare trappings of narrative

the last pack of cigarettes traditionally reckless

in velvet bikinis

meditating more and more on the path from the swimming pool

to the kitchen sink chili dogs and how will we blaze?

The red rocket ship launches unplanned

cognizant of the hours

the rapist standing behind girls renting a raft.

And it’s only because our zodiac sign

became a brittle skull

once we left the shopping mall

that the champion is putting his energy elsewhere

a moral gambit a trick poem again

lemon juice on my crotch to lighten the blonde.

It’s because of the long walk how the weather keeps changing

dappling the edges deer not eating the paw-paws.

You keep saying the leaves won’t turn inside out

the cats’ deaths are equal to the amens.

I leave my grandmother’s wig on the horse

crying to get past the vantage alarms.

I didn’t think the rocket would last.

I want to pray don’t know what to ask

do you crave food or do you crave boys

during summer’s dark roost?

Jessie Janeshek's second full-length book of poems, The Shaky Phase, is forthcoming from Stalking Horse Press. Her chapbooks are Spanish Donkey/Pear of Anguish (Grey Book Press, 2016), Rah-Rah Nostalgia (dancing girl press, 2016), and Hardscape (Reality Beach, forthcoming, 2017). Invisible Mink (Iris Press, 2010) is her first full-length collection.