There’s lie in believe a mid-sized suitcase
a black atrophy in bathing in a rain barrel
in avoiding tight shorts dying for white blonde.
Weeks ago a bralette a color-coded space
then sun in the face
and I want to think lingerie’s graceful an apple in sin
in your sad before coke-bottle glasses a wooden leg
in the hypocrisy of blades
of birdshit of leaving a back door unlocked.
Details make the lie the heavy-cloud, never-sex dread.
Skirts seem too flouncy avoiding heat styling
backdoors and outdoors my thighs keep growing
slut sisters wishing Ouija board yellow gingham
our neighbor a witch.
My beach dream is dark a hunting trophy a gun in the freezer
a snake washing up at my feet
and you have to be careful not to stink
not to sound rich stuck in a timewarp
a milkbath. I’m drunk I walk like I’ve lost lots of blood.
I’ve been the bad girl my legs getting fatter
I haven’t thought about anything
but the last cigarette makes me perky on the path from the tidepool to you
and time is money the thin bones of my zodiac sign
splintering into the super-typhoon.
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.