Dive where it says “Don’t!”
Date
a basement.
Fellate
debasement.
Puke
asphalt.
Puke
jackboot.
Ride
rain with
earthworms.
Gyrate
with
earthworms. Fall
for
an earthworm. Manage
your
anger for the love
of
the earthworm.
Say
“I feel unseen.”
Say “Answer me. Please.”
Say “Answer me. Please.”
Say
“Fucker, I’ll cut you.”
Puke
razor.
Puke
sewer.
Roll
in it, dog-
like.
Claw the ground’s
skin.
Open the world
wound.
Tumble in
the
deep black
sky.
Almost
fly.
Jennifer
Wortman is the
author of the story collection This. This. This. Is. Love. Love. Love.
(Split/Lip Press, 2019) and a recipient of a National Endowment for the Arts
fellowship. She lives with her family in Colorado, where she serves as
associate fiction editor for Colorado Review and teaches at Lighthouse
Writers Workshop. Find more at jenniferwortman.com.
the
Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan
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