Jessie Janeshek

All I Felt Was the Dark Boy
              Manning the Swanboats

as I lay on the chifferobe
  waiting for vodka, three ambien
and you sawed the lawn yellow
        goosebumped and high
        atoned for the river
        gaped a silent film gesture
        my pussy’s grape flavor
        wax-lipped.

Will you calibrate, initiate payback?
Can you roll the snake eyes against Japheth or listen?

                The deer ran through the headlights, flatlining daddy.
                He slammed my left leg in the door of the pick-up.