“Study after Velazquez’s Portrait of Pope Innocent X”
—after Francis Bacon Under Innocent, my father […]
francine j. harris
francine j. harris
francine j. harris is a 2015 NEA fellow whose second book, play dead (Alice James Books, 2016), has received early praise on such noted lists as Publishers Weekly and in American Poets. Her first collection, allegiance (Wayne State University Press, 2012), was a finalist for the 2013 Kate Tufts Discovery and PEN Open Book Award, and recent work has […]
teacups
late again. scurrying off down the blackened, blackest holes. where are you, always, when I need a voice in my head. where babies are made. mother. madhatter hippie hair. the color of tits. and tongues. and that’s the sort of pink the china rubber ceilings. oh, all tan and gleaming, stuffed with liquor […]
fume
love is a rage that never quite slaughters. a murder with no body. a lighthouse sinking invisible ships. a robber with no hands. a rapist alone. love is a room […]
suicide note #10: wet condoms
Dear Blank, If I start this off by saying he takes his wet condom when he leaves then it’s more about him, less about the desire for evidence, more about trust, less about the edge of the mattress and the falling sky. less about the moment the litany turns to shatter inside the overhead […]
where you could sit up straight
i have walked with half a skull and i have walked with a blanch shell. i have walked, legs split hungry, and i have walked too old. and my body bones around the middle. and i sling open on eye to the white whale of you, blowing up spittle and gorge and chunks of barnacle […]