I have a new poem from the Vegas Series up at Gutter Eloquence! Check out all the poems in the latest issue. Gutter Eloquence is a fun, grimy read, and a perfect antidote to the proliferation of overly-refined, timid, fussy, conventional literary magazines cluttering up the interwebs.
--Kristen McHenry
2 comments:
I love this poem.
"But I can extract its dead
twin from the most unlikely sources.
All I ask
is to be granted my birthright:
to be lavished
with whatever stands for love."
Thank you for illuminating the shadows, Kristen, J
Does your husband know you're writing this filth?!
Before I go on, I must say that "new-fuck smell" thrilled me. The whole poem has me confused though--because it didn't confuse me. Maybe I've just read enough of your work to parse you more easily. But I doubt it. I think this is just an easier poem, and one that everyone understands--male or female. (Well, I speak for the literally male, but not necessarily practically.)
The thing about "new fuck smell" is that what it brings to mind is the old fuck smell. I guess for me, old fuck smell is a smell. The new fuck smell is something I am feverishly washing away so that the other she won't know.
And here I am supposed to write an essay on redemption. Now I'm so in the mood!
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