Thank you to Michael Broder and the great Indolent Books for publishing my poem:
nasty like janet or the way one feels after a seven day bath resistance but also like that moment when you figure out the perfect way to describe yourself
Below is an excerpt. For the whole poem, click HERE
I’m not sure if I’m nasty because my version of femalia is like Lombard Street, all zig-zagged and out-of-breath.
You want me to stuff my Feminist deep inside my pockets, and fix you supper. You want me shaved and simplified. You want me pink. Knees pressed. Porridgy girl.
On the other side of Woman is me. Buzzed tongue and vague.
A faint of genitals and unfinished and easily bothered and trying trying trying NOT to apologize.