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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