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'Talk light with me' — poetry by Catherine Graham
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'How thy high horse hath fallen' — poetry by Madeline Blair
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Rebecca Fin

Rebecca Fin

For Babes Who Kiss Wet On First Meeting Especially Liana

August 17, 2017

BY LAURA MARIE MARCIANO

         

A persistent dry                           spell     

 

 

                  no      wet 

 

 for two months              mollycoddle       

 

He was like a musician and all like had a music video 

 

             Orange leaves on window    or asking 

                                                 Will you meet me in the park 

 

              and wake with grass stains on lips 

 

He texts  and       I texted    

 

 

something about legs being fine as hell

 

The prophet suggested that bee saving was better than dick picks 

 

          sent me enough             so many - enough to fill a whole room 

 

traveling in my pocket for three weeks like a dead ass prayer 

 

 

And this empty prescription bottle like a fish that saved me

 

 

in empty   empty   water

 

I met you in the park  first fucked  on  knees from behind 

    told  to be quieter when I screamed through green 

           

                                          and grey light 

 

           ambient city nature buzz and cool spit off small but plump mouth     watched your pleasure twisted face below me 

 

It was the best sex I had in three years   Or some shit

     

            but then you came 

 

 got up and asked me if I  always kissed men that passionately when 

 

     I first met them  when i first           allowed them to stretch my adidas track pants off in the summer suss garden

 

                           shame       or 

 

 

              near home

 

Said if you knew I had a car you would have made me drive you 

 

I don't know what a prayer is but Mary I do know how to bend on my knees for 15 hot minutes and repent 

 

 

       I asked all my girlfriends to text bomb you when you ghosted

       I asked Solange to stop letting you perform in her show

       I asked the whatever to tell your  girlfriend about your habits

 

 

I just wish for the culture 

 

      sunflower seed stuck in teeth     pretending not to weep into brown
leather seats 

 

I just wish 

              This could  be different or        

 

 I asked for Ana that we all know she was an actual victim of hot   dead            boys 

 

                              #alreadydead  

 

What did I expect - perpetuating rape culture with my wet pussy in your fuckboi hands way after bedtime for 

                girls who don't kiss as passionately when they first meet       anyway 

 

    ever

 

               they              never          Quazz              

your name?    is that your      name        I swear those                   other girls 

 

          they never                    do that 


laura-marie-marciano

Laura Marie Marciano is a poet, performer, educator and media artist. She is the founder of gemstone readings and the author of Mall Brat ( CCM 2016). She received her MFA from Brooklyn College and is a PhD candidate at URI. She works as the managing editor of Barrow Street Press. She lives on the Internet. 

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