Jessie Janeshek
Dream/Adoration 5th Week
The cat’s done after heave
and the village is jealous
Canadian jet stream
licking its edges
while Jezebel sits up
silhouetting her wrist
where language pulls language
past wax and risk
the ten days to shake up
the six days to suffer
no baby powder
disinfecting this lake
What’s Ten Pounds? An Hour?
We had an agreement
the batgirl and I, two in the same.
Our narrative minds would not let you
shoot holes in the claude glass.
Diction erudite, I blurred the bait
said ambulance hook and eye.
Hooded girls skated, triangular windows
pocketed switchblades, refusing you guilt
hung wreaths of tube roses over the keyhole.
The Lullabyed Rerhyme/Nullipara
Is it the constant
stop/start exhausting
a nursery-murdering
skinny-faced lion
Basil Rathbone stuffing
his beak with plague spices
or a tweed ulster
Old King Cole-lined?
12 blackbirds nod
peaceful sky three orange
terrible sky two
your lawful-wed nightmare
no way out through
Then I fall up the wood steps
in the tiny French theatre
my ankle’s steel beam
the blue light you read
Jessie Janeshek's first book of poems is Invisible Mink (Iris Press, 2010). An Assistant Professor of English 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).
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Dream/Adoration 5th Week
The cat’s done after heave
and the village is jealous
Canadian jet stream
licking its edges
while Jezebel sits up
silhouetting her wrist
where language pulls language
past wax and risk
the ten days to shake up
the six days to suffer
no baby powder
disinfecting this lake
What’s Ten Pounds? An Hour?
We had an agreement
the batgirl and I, two in the same.
Our narrative minds would not let you
shoot holes in the claude glass.
Diction erudite, I blurred the bait
said ambulance hook and eye.
Hooded girls skated, triangular windows
pocketed switchblades, refusing you guilt
hung wreaths of tube roses over the keyhole.
The Lullabyed Rerhyme/Nullipara
Is it the constant
stop/start exhausting
a nursery-murdering
skinny-faced lion
Basil Rathbone stuffing
his beak with plague spices
or a tweed ulster
Old King Cole-lined?
12 blackbirds nod
peaceful sky three orange
terrible sky two
your lawful-wed nightmare
no way out through
Then I fall up the wood steps
in the tiny French theatre
my ankle’s steel beam
the blue light you read
Jessie Janeshek's first book of poems is Invisible Mink (Iris Press, 2010). An Assistant Professor of English 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).
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