This Place is a Sorry Excuse For a Hell
guts roiling in anticipation for take-off emptiness should be guttural no good until a space is all hollowed out cut up like poetry arms holding a girl together / make her sick so you can take care of her all-in if it weren’t for circumstances slow dances in the snow worry patrol beautiful girls who don’t believe it danger zones erogenous woke up from a nightmare with bloodstained eyes, tear-crusted sight, lied about the meaning of it because reality means I’m an awful girl calming the flare with gasoline soaked food, dishrags, films in Spanish, & a flipbook of Basquiat’s works this trailer smells like cat urine which is really meth, which is really not too far off from the familiarity of home rub me in down pillows so roses bloom on my skin / I’m allergic & crave suffering / your saliva like ointment drying in the February sun give me your best murder glare take me to the swankiest hole in the wall count shell casings to fall asleep pull over so I can throw up, I see the worst of our culture in the swirls I wish it were the late 80s & I could subsist on Camel cigarettes & iceberg lettuce but I’d be older acquiring wisdom from street graffiti we missed every shot we tried to take & the holes in my heart leak a good story / I’ll write it in my own blood after they rob me of everything I’ll feel your finger in my throat every time I gag & be on my merry way
Bio: Jennifer Patino is an Ojibwe poet from Detroit, Michigan currently residing in Las Vegas, Nevada. She lives for books and film. She has had work featured in Door is A Jar, Punk Noir Magazine, The Chamber Magazine, Free Verse Revolution Lit, and elsewhere. She blogs at www.thistlethoughts.com.
A dark and disturbing poem! Almost every line gives you a sense of shock and pain! Well written Jennifer!
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Great work Jennifer as usual from you. Thanks for posting.