Poetry Suite by Jessie Janeshek

Editor Carrie Seitzinger, Poetry, March 7th, 2016

"...her flesh always fanning the furnace breath back."

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Rapid Mary Catechism

Little lamb, who made
this late hike through dead fireflies

this loneliness cage
this playsuit …….these eggs?

Our asscheeks blooming
summersun circles

our fur the bristle of broom
I believe in his red fink

his malignant scent
green magic, his rat face.

One-eyed, magnetic
I dance his disease

wounds painted on
trot toward Skull Chalet

believe in his gold mood
his blood food, your rape.

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Dog Star Martyrology

 

We’re exceptionally worried ……………………………about the missing Christine
….who filed her incisors ………………………………………..into vampire fangs.
………She had a hard life
………vacuumed and spidered and covered in lawn dust
….her flesh always fanning ……………….the furnace breath back.

She built up immunity …………………………………….fantasized dry sands
……………………………………………………………………..off Colorado

…………………………at the church pool party
…………………………thick under pinstripe
…………………………summer sun sick as the one in Milan.

Now infection’s spreading
her legskin comes off
her charm bracelet shakes …………its Colonial flags
two boys beat her braintree with rocks.

……….She drinks a blood cocktail ……………….desperate diet of saints
since it takes some time ………      ……….to sabotage snakes.

She follows the tall man …………into the woods
….with his cockles, his raw meat, his two-headed sheep.

We fill out a form ……….to stay in our bed ……….away from the stab wounds
through catcalls and vodka ……….the tableau vivants:

………. ………. ………. ………. ……….in which they drown her with stones
………. ………. ………. ………. ……….in which two arrows fundraise

………. ………. ………. ………. ………. ………. ……….her chest tenderized
………. ………. ………. ………. ………. ………. ………. Satan’s little surprise

………. ………. ………. ………. ………. in which she’s dunked w/ a goat in the quicksand
………. ………. ………. ………. ………. and the curious circus stays still for strength

………. ………. ………. ………. ………. ………. ……….  hot tar and a haircut
………. ………. ………. ………. ………. ………. ………. .they can’t take the excitement

………. ………. ………. ………. ………. in which she’s bound to ………. ..  the wheel at the crossroads
………. ………. ………. ………. ………. in blue daisy dukes ………. ……….  wall-eyed and chirping

………. ……….  ………. ……….  ……….disarticulate.

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I Adorn the Saint’s Wheel
   Nestle Against                              the Dog and Your Reign
 

 

No more illusory pool parties
no more blood cupcakes                                  no more bat licks.
…..I’m old in the face
…..so it’s hard to say
…..how much time I have left in this sky belt
…..but your martyrology                                   will still surround me
…..w/ colorstay polka dot cocks.

 

You’ll use your time                            as wise as a castle
…..to hijack the truck                              bypass the robbery
…..drive us to revival.

 

I’ll suck your crooked black neck
…..viable-eyed                                      since it’s picturesque to pretend
…..I am not a machine
…..I do not dread your intimacy.

 

 

A woman can kill people easily
…..hot thinking             pink quarry.
…..I push my gun in a stroller
…..past the clouds of the father
…..the clowns in the purple Dodge Caravan.
…..You take my dress off.
…..I put it back on again.

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Revenge, Prehistoric

 

I want to hike these dry trails
…..with the stars
……………….of a lesbian vampire movie
…..climb the rose-knot rock shelter
…..warm our necks alive.

Loss is comprehensive            and I have curiosity
…..two men on a tractor
…..stung by hogweed
…..the purple-spot smell driving out
…..the sex scent.

She came sick, couldn’t swim
…..…..loved the inanimate
chirping           a yellow bike    skating skirt                   cigarette     swingset.
…..…..She stopped at the gas station
…..…..for a Slush Puppie
…..…..…..…..those two boys beat her with pipes
…..…..came home in a blood-stained bikini
six teeth in her hands.

I find myself in their skulls
…..goat-shaped heads like pineapples under duress.
I plug in my blind narrator
…..but I don’t kill them yet.

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Header image courtesy of Anna Mckay. To view a gallery of her art on NAILED, go here.

jessie janeshek poetry on NAILED MagazineJessie Janeshek’s chapbooks Spanish Donkey/Pear of Anguish and Rah-Rah Nostalgia are forthcoming from Grey Book Press and dancing girl press respectively. 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: here.

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Carrie Seitzinger

Carrie Seitzinger is Editor-in-Cheif and Co-Publisher of NAILED. She is the author of the book, Fall Ill Medicine, which was named a 2013 Finalist for the Oregon Book Award. Seitzinger is also Co-Publisher of Small Doggies Press.
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