[untitled; or, our girl as futurist engineer] & [interlude involving improper physics]

[untitled; or, our girl as futurist engineer]

this morning i spit

salt & turmeric

into my small sink

staining the whole damn

bathroom orange god it’s

hell to undo my

mistakes & so many

it was a sort of

transference i jot

in some dumb diary

what i would like love

is to gargle u

forever cleansing

some palette feeling

the warm trickle down

my esophagus

if i could keep u

here i might know peace

i guess what i could

say without all these

prevaricating

ridiculousness-

es is that i need

u inside me so

bad i could croak i

want a pregnancy

scare baby & i don’t

even have a womb


but i’m building one

[interlude involving improper physics]

i’m out of work five weeks

now i speak only to my mirror-

darling & shall i tongue her

parted mouth tender revolutions

clucking in their own awful universe

so lawless

u could pin a tail to it

who knew such dark address

could be so slapstick

she is silent she is

clouded over in the clouding history

of 79 thousand selfies & the gaze

of half that in lovers o to whom

should i bow we extrude the penitence

of woman loving bobble-headed babes

i refract

before her i am nothing

if not a perpetual offering

lord

i ask her to guess the numbered marbles

tumbling in the mute sieve of my body

beginning w my oil slick of an opening

(u must choose which one

i told u she can’t answer)

there is no gravity she floats

dumb cartoon air balloon sister

i twist my left breast hard

as my mechanical wrists

can manage & pop it off

plug it in to the single socket

of my bathroom i shine

it toward the mirror for

there is no sun

for her planet it hobbles

through space in search of

a new star to evacuate her

jamie hood

jamie hood is an ex-doctoral candidate, ex-hooker, ex-girlfriend, and current twitter e-girl. she's currently completing a manuscript of poetry, lyric prose, memoir, and miscellany on sexual assault and rape culture, called RAPE GIRL, along with three chapbooks and an essay collection. most recently, her work has been featured in Teen Vogue, The New Inquiry, and peach mag. at present, she quarantines, writes, and dog moms in brooklyn.

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