
“The Flesh the Grave Cave Ate, Volume One” is one of five marvelous & mystical poems that Jessie Janeshek contributed to our Summer 2016 issue. To read all five, help yourself to a copy of FLAPPERHOUSE X!
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I DON’T WANT YOUR GLASS BONG your glowing pills
amber-coated costumes
the blue fluff of decadent saints in the wood-paneled retrograde
the littering bodies under blonde signs
the blow jobs at the playground so desperate I’m sloppy.
Something must be out there
a bare ass a baldness a god moving in
I try to determine why to keep going
the broken ghost at the pier mimicking tenderness
beyond night and orange cages and sleepy babies.
I have become a black-lipped wax monster
sustaining my fuck-ups red coat pockets stuffed with plague spices
and the abominable thing is she wants my mineral thunderstorms
my finger-print high heels my tattooed value judgments
and summer descends like an alien ship
since I wear a striped bra and an inflatable cock
under my witch cheerleader costume.
Note: “The flesh the grave cave ate” is a phrase from Sylvia Plath’s poem “Lady Lazarus.”
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JESSIE JANESHEK’s chapbooks are Spanish Donkey/Pear of Anguish (Grey Book Press), Rah-Rah Nostalgia (dancing girl press, 2016), and Hardscape (Reality Beach, forthcoming, 2017). Her full-length collection of poems is Invisible Mink (Iris Press, 2010). An Assistant Professor of English and the Director of Writing at Bethany College, she holds a Ph.D. from the University of Tennessee-Knoxville and an M.F.A. from Emerson College. She co-edited the literary anthology Outscape: Writings on Fences and Frontiers (KWG Press, 2008). You can read more of her poetry at jessiejaneshek.net.