The Poetry Project

Something About You

Sara Jane Stoner

xxxxxxxxxxWho picked the song out on the pole-struck knoll from the
xxxxxxxxxxsculpted pique please of not-knowing you too can be crushed
xxxxxxxxxxthat reason for everything the objectless clarity in the simply
xxxxxxxxxxcan’t imagine what the light would do behind that body and all
xxxxxxxxxxalong inside my joy wail tricking vertical coming to whistle up a
xxxxxxxxxxfull metal density could be my cute iron singing to the earth it

xxxxxxxxxxBut for whom and how a fast a gradual dimming for whom and
xxxxxxxxxxhow the howls are felt are play are real your diamond dreams
xxxxxxxxxxthat sickle shape—knife or cradle redundant fist the cut the
xxxxxxxxxxsoothing pound all that besidesing.

xxxxxxxxxxMake it elegant this time your retreat indefinite colonial
xxxxxxxxxxsubscript conscript prescript to a sulk of perverts delightful
xxxxxxxxxxperverts and a murder murders of common supremacists all
xxxxxxxxxxthat working inside your amnesia the working amnesia
xxxxxxxxxxmarking your nipple as message (smoke and music) sex in a
xxxxxxxxxxcorner of light so right so wrong threw that whole body on the

xxxxxxxxxxA massive thinking kind of plunges off the surface through the
xxxxxxxxxxhole where answer’s other lives sulks and murders grinding
xxxxxxxxxxyour rages in shadows on the sun-crusted naked of the summer
xxxxxxxxxxwealthy brilliant worship new kinds of dumb.

xxxxxxxxxxDo you do you want to be a comet trailing money rainbow
xxxxxxxxxxbearded I’ll be working on my if I’ve transcended cis-men
xxxxxxxxxxkissing with their secret insides. Let it be said on the knoll in
xxxxxxxxxxthe hiss the scale rub of your whisper snake iris spindle
xxxxxxxxxxseething self-touching permutation it’s been a privilege to
xxxxxxxxxxabandon my parents but I cannot abandon my parentage.

xxxxxxxxxxLet it be said in the dimming light me and my long-nailed
xxxxxxxxxxgirlfriend do not wear my girlfriend I do not have a girlfriend
xxxxxxxxxxromance is the idiom of yank only nominally present in its
xxxxxxxxxxpasty pastness and yet I love you, darling just fucking with
xxxxxxxxxxdimension now to cantilever the dialectic I am religiously out
xxxxxxxxxxof faith and into it with you, so do you trust your pleasure or do
xxxxxxxxxxyou just know just know how to / how to have it.

Issue 14