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His Gurgette


California


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His Gurgette

 

Block throat, cock-wide canker. I am
flanged to spine you, wound-wanker. Hang on

to another name for this. Love
to make you skin gorged, ganked to my plank.

What plink? What marble
shims me? You must be shank-in.

Portion full, I am fattened. In my backyard,
the hipped slank gleans. Gathering

your finger, the fence spreads
puffer quills.

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California

 

Boraxed, a fine grit
sifts the hands.

The sun rises like an oreo
soaked of color.

Wail a lamentation for
xenophobia.

Too many wide skies. Gush
to uncover the coastal edges.

Skin, gone turgid,
glistening like a pink egg.

Someone send me home,
care of my mother.

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Escapade

 

To douse the head. To plank your soul. Heathen,
my tongue on you. There is no giving up now.

I worked myself to a milagro approach to your skin. I knew
I could not be you, but I tried.

The jewel in your throat is an Indiana Jones
and my slipper socks are in my father's hands.

It means I am yours dear. I am flanneled and passive,
ready for your fist.

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RUTH WILLIAMS's work has been previously published in jubilat, no tell motel, H_ngm_n, Bone Bouquet, 42 Opus, Barrelhouse, Barn Owl Review, and Bateau among others. A chapbook of her work is forthcoming from Dancing Girl Press in January 2012. Currently, she is a Ph.D. student in English Lit. and Creative Writing at the University of Cincinnati as well as co-curator of the Bon Mot/ley Reading Series.


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