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Current Issue : Number Twenty-Five

Swim Meet


I dab like perfume chlorine
behind ears & knees, at my elbows
at the crooks. I stole
the lanes last night.
We’re all in the same pool now.
I open underwater.
Thumbs hooked in your cheeks,
I make you open
your mouth, I make you love
that trick of the body,
that trickle of blood,
that taste of me.

Jennifer Jackson Berry’s first full length collection of poetry The Feeder is forthcoming from YesYes Books in 2016. Her poems have most recently appeared in journals such as The Paterson Literary Review, Red Paint Hill Poetry Journal, and Whiskey Island, among others. She lives in the Braddock Hills neighborhood outside of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania and is the Editor-in-Chief of Pittsburgh Poetry Review.