RE: The Upper Bend
Two dykes love me from the cafe window
gave them a prophet to chew on
a name written backwards
and slapped on my forehead
quotations of quotations of Sodom
all the best skip town
i’m sorry for what i said about your dog
i’ve forgotten how to hang
plovers of the mind
your birthday is gonna feel awful
cuspy cuspy cusp cusp
oblique light leaking
from your eyes, non sequiturs
regarding my tits
no non sequitur at all
the words are balmy and flow
every process is a truth, baby lions verb,
though this hasn’t hit home yet
high, i drive home drunk
drunk, i drive home high
call me if you wanna take a chance
give the world my number
i am everybody’s half-assed sacrifice
i am anyone’s captive audience
a sex toy sans silicone
there’s a boat with nobody’s name on it
dangling from the prick of the sky
Joan Tate is a southern poet, mystic, and transexual currently living in Great Falls, Massachusetts. Her work can be found in Prairie Schooner, Rhino, b l u s h, Little Mirror, Stone of Madness, Imposter Review, and more. She serves as a tutor at Smith College and the hostess at a gay bar. She’s probably down by the canal.
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