Large Breasts and Cryptozoology
But I swear by my sickle even the moon
smokes you 13
and how to do beadwork hunched in your pink fur
over the Ouija?
How do you ask about sex
when you’re no match for yourself?
I still wonder tight-laced
even in sun how I unwrap
and did I tell you
about the most broken one
found in Nogal Canyon?
The bones in the red blouse
still wearing her hairnet?
The moon was slip-shod
the gun-in-the-panties approach.
The moon was blue pieces
of all the places unlicensed
a red candle with fake blood for rain.
The moon was the miracle stone
a third-generation Coloradan
in a fringed leather jacket
patched with a lion.
Sawdust, soak up
semen and science
séance and pine
soon all your friends will be men.
Out in the West Texas One
Out in the West Texas I park my car
hands clasped at the mission
I line my eyes dipped in hot wax
I hijack time like a Baby Doe doll
I tingle for Billy the Silver.
Out in West Texas I wear deer heads no trust
let the cats nest in the cowskull.
It can’t be bloodstains Merry or Joseph
out in West Texas it can’t be shame.
Go around this way for flattened jackrabbit repentance.
A beer by the fire
is linear time
war paint and dependence on tin maquillage.
I thought that cycles excluding the winter
would give my solitude weight.
Out in West Texas cold’s almost plausible.
I want the tail and I get the fossil.
We did nothing but drink our wolves for two weeks
strutting the town
tingling faux fur and turquoise
tingling Carlsbad our jackrabbit bloody
straddling the early signs of a man.
Then it was more like a peepshow
nothing but glitter and dust
chicks stretched on the orange vinyl
floor of his camper
when they said suck the pepper
it was doing drugs.
Then it was burning down Ponderosa
the last hotel floor in the town
and putting the cottonwood boy in the mound
and timing ourselves nonlinearly
and buying our handguns before he got born.
Jessie Janeshek's chapbooks Spanish Donkey/Pear of Anguish and Rah-Rah Nostalgia are forthcoming from Grey Book Press and dancing girl press respectively. Her full-length collection of poems is Invisible Mink (Iris Press, 2010). An Assistant Professor of English and the Director of Writing at Bethany College, she holds a Ph.D. from the University of Tennessee-Knoxville and an M.F.A. from Emerson College. She co-edited the literary anthology Outscape: Writings on Fences and Frontiers (KWG Press, 2008). You can read more of her poetry at jessiejaneshek.net.