It’s Hard to Believe Anything in Your Life Could Be Clean
between your legs something came in me
I kept dreaming Vivian Darkblood
not really knowing if it was the fog over the house
or the dead blonde in the tree
or the brass ship in the bedroom pushing your horsehead away
your brand of cigarettes sunglasses cherry.
I kept dreaming the words Vivian Darkblood
kept dreaming the playground something to run toward.
I wanted to freeze
their soft nest to death.
What was it with children and money and fights
a song written in only one octave
a doctor or Vivian Darkwood?
I swallowed and sparkled and sprawled out
but the dream was so loud
like a hive moving on.
The dream made the crime a cult classic
and I lied and said I knew abandonment
summer-shine body mist China or Christ
or my middle name. I wore striped chambray
a tail rough and glimmer
the phantom killing a couple on Lover’s Lane.
But I knew theosophy that preparation’s the key
to long-lasting color.
The case was cold but it remained open
fileted on the longest day my body still warm.
Jessie Janeshek's second full-length book of poems is The Shaky Phase (Stalking Horse Press, 2017). Her chapbooks are Spanish Donkey/Pear of Anguish (Grey Book Press, 2016), Rah-Rah Nostalgia, (dancing girl press, 2016), Hardscape (Reality Beach, forthcoming), and Supernoir (Grey Book Press, forthcoming). Invisible Mink (Iris Press, 2010) is her first full-length collection. She holds a Ph.D. from the University of Tennessee-Knoxville and an M.F.A. from Emerson College. Read more at jessiejaneshek.net.