Close-up, Nocturnal 2

You in the dark room. You’re the only one

I show my childhood bangs to

this hot breeze these porcelain bears

these stuffed flamingos crashing

off the Hollywood shelves.

I say opinion is the low form of solitude

flushing the vitamins out of my system

dreaming cicada graveyards letting my fears run

like blood under the schoolbus.

I’m not sure I understand the prospect of a blank sun

a sexual odor the baby stars fighting

the broken-necked blackness

the tragic landing gently only for me

and your body preserved like a shark in a bottle

that night I donned the tropical costume

embarrassed I had breasts. It looks nice

one star said as my eyelashes dropped

on my negligee in the rain scene

as I walked toward the miniature ice age

and/or the decade for furs.

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.

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