Poems by Jessie Janeshek

Coun­try Music

Yard’s bald of flood.

Rain botch­es the night

pours through Steve McQueen’s

tomb, Ten­nessee louvers.

I try to decide

this tight vow, your parting

since I can’t forget

the look in his eyes

when we fucked read­ing Nietzsche.

He stayed inside me

died once he’d braided 

my legs to the side of this house.

Moon smells like danger.

Rac­coons mas­quer­ade as Ed Gein.

lap­ping placenta

under alu­minum wings.

I find the trapdoor.

hum­ming and bleeding.

You’re born by my knife.

Hot Rood

Mrs. Japheth nails my arms

pours Dark Whore for the hounds

who lick blessed across a barn wall

tight­en up my tits.

Old Grey snarls my moth ate his blister

one false hope and I’ll be cured.

Rats twin­kle Esmerel­da

from the nails above the chifferobe

Nerf balls drop­ping from the loft

as Japheth fists my sister

wip­ing out her snifter

with scratch-and-sniff black ink.

janeshekJessie Janeshek's full-length book of poems is Invis­i­ble Mink (Iris Press, 2010). Her chap­book Rah-Rah Nos­tal­gia is forth­com­ing from danc­ing girl press. 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 jessie​janeshek​.net

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