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from THE BEDDING HABITS OF SORRY LUNATICS

BY ESZTER TAKACS AND WILLI GOEHRING

Part 6

Nefertiti friendzoned me,
and I was sad for weeks.
Her body was so full in life
that I wanted her guts.
Like the 24th Virginia,
I was aroused more by trees anyways,
and charged to battle
perhaps a better person,
bloodier.
 
You can be so Miley to me
because the woods’ “hoodedness”
is a progression of naked women,
clamshells prominent,
kitties armed and ready
to defend state’s right
on the shores of the subservience
of metaphier to metaphrand.
 
Such effort taxes my personality.
Whorls me unmusically.
You knew that what you paid 99 cents for
would eventually become blood smeared
on the grass, and so we believed
no one is futureless.
 
Achilles, his bronze spear
thrown on the ground,
the Mycenaeans in full retreat
cried selfish nothings on the field of armor,
the dead anaphora, and the gods and his mother heard him.
 
“I wish someone would gut my muscle,” he said “or end me.
I wish love would be elected to execute me, or pardon me.
To at least bring the bill to the floor.”
 
 
Part 7
 
Broken is the forsaken foot
of popular semantics.
Red, white and blue me!
Consider the octopus a shrink
in the ways he can commute
between virgins fully.
 
I want to climb into your friendzone,
dig up the psalm trees for their cores.
All the girls here are hooded witches,
tiny and Arabesque, inclined
to hit you like fritters banked
in a taxidermist’s back office,
more of a pick axe
than hatchetesque.
 
The progression of naked minnows
and hero’d kittens wakens the mind
of a lonely ellipsis like Dickinson’s wake.
You speak of the bloodied monograms
tangentially, show your tiny respects
to the wild geese in the black pastures.
 
I will friend you delighted,
arm you untucked.
I will keep raising the roof until it cannot
flank another persimmon
from its baptized agriculture.
 
Dear Soul,
How do you execute a
meta-friendly diamond in the sky?
How do you contain its
blackened virus in your palm?

 



Eszter Takacs is the author of the poetry collection The Miraculous Hysterical, forthcoming from Coconut Books this fall and recipient of the Joanna Cargill Prize for first books. She is also the author of two chapbooks: Together We Will Talk Right Down to Earth (The New Megaphone) and The Spectacular Crash (H_NGM_N Books). Her individual poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Salt Hill, Yalobusha Review, Sonora Review, NOO Weekly, Diagram, Forklift Ohio, Smoking Glue Gun, Coconut, Soft Blow, Sink Review and Inter|rupture. She is currently an MFA candidate at the University of Arkansas in Fayetteville.

  

Willi Goehring is a poet, folklorist, and theater artist. He received a BA from Knox College in Creative Writing and Performance Studies, and is an MFA candidate in Poetry at the University of Arkansas, where he teaches creative writing and composition. His work has recently appeared in places like The Midwest Quarterly, Crystal Bridges Museum of American Art, and the Fayetteville Roots Festival.