Close-up, Corset Sunset



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.


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