Tuesday, August 11, 2020

Tuesday poem #384 : Jennifer Wortman : How to Hit Bottom

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 “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

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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