There are silk sheets on sale
time travel/time travail
hotfoot it downtown in your heels and cloche hat.
I can’t sleep tonight
I worry about the days snapping
jazz baby up jazz baby down
on a cold night I can’t play the piano.
On a cold night in Hot Springs
I worried my fate.
I’ll always know the skin and bones smell
but never the smell of a baby.
There was an old woman out by the graveyard
who smelled like a cat.
I played her voice alone in the car.
I’m in my Arkansas headspace
big pink sunglasses
an acid square at my lips.
Sleep is defense
but I so want to be slapstick.
I pull the watch spring from my mouth like spaghetti.
I lose my shit in the ballroom
slipsliding pink gumballs
but there are only four pills left
and your money spilled everywhere.
Jessie Janeshek's full-length collections are MADCAP (Stalking Horse Press, 2019), The Shaky Phase (Stalking Horse Press, 2017), and Invisible Mink (Iris Press, 2010). Her chapbooks include Spanish Donkey/Pear of Anguish (Grey Book Press, 2016), Rah-Rah Nostalgia (dancing girl press, 2016), Supernoir (Grey Book Press, 2017), Auto-Harlow (Shirt Pocket Press, 2018), Channel U (Grey Book Press, 2020) and Hardscape (Reality Beach 2020). Read more at jessiejaneshek.net.
the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan
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