Sequins and Grafitti
A third moon-bath cleanses New York dank
of chromium swaddle, brute degrees of dactyl soot –
one flash exponential to the 94th relevation.
Boom box humidity smudges the refrain
the croon spiked with inescapable orbits
luggage impermeable to purpose, depleted
of feral plaid and souvenir.
O’ those badly shampooed angels who trouble
the pool, ruffling the streets,
too young to know
the jaundiced fruits of 2 am, impoverished neons
painted on the retina,
flight with one foot on the ground.
Pound of Unrest
a squint in the garden of
down-the-street dandelions cry
open the door
to your blistered carpet
The daisies lie prostrate in the squall
the bluebells dribble orison-strains, icicles
Snow junkies, carrawayed heart
your teeth are preaching mourning
bed-breaks and poetry, a lie for god overall.
What linoleum meant once –
muscle tee’d children
rhythmblinks filtered with limonana.
The quilt exhumed
vomiting crushed tarantulas
orchids, entire planets
a flood lost
on the way to what is real.
So, I praise you,
worshippers of the rose quartz
Who knows what is real
make a heart intentional
a wound shallow
a hammer a cuneiform
suicide by quinine
About the Quiet Tingle of Your Leg, My Uvula, Unwieldy Heart
And you, guardian of lawn and wildflower,
tried to rip out my urtica dioca.
Still you ride me home
to the clicks between the cracks
your name a simmer in Cajun laughter.
I once wore curlers in my mother’s
gold Plymouth Valiant, wishing for prince
finer millinery, a division of dusk
slathering Polaroid jelly on toast
points, martyred on manual typewriters.
We contrive hurricanes now
confuse martins and maxims
walk free on blood signs, gentrified
Sangiovese too sweet, a few needles,
stupid books, strings to keep me pumping.
Nothing stays clean when your hands strum
my face, when my hands touch your hands
strumming my face
a mandolin or balalaika, the grave
disappointment of a droop
the rising cost of destiny and smoked mackerel.
Jaclyn Piudik is the author of To Suture What Frays (Kelsay Books 2017) and two chapbooks, Of Gazelles Unheard (Beautiful Outlaw 2013) and The Tao of Loathliness (fooliar press 2005/8). A new collection, the corpus undone in the blizzard, is forthcoming from Espresso Chapbooks. Her poems have appeared in numerous anthologies and journals, including New American Writing, Columbia Poetry Review, Burning House and CV2. She received a New York Times Fellowship for Creative Writing and the Alice M. Sellers Award from the Academy of American Poets. Piudik holds an M.A. in Creative Writing from the City College of New York, as well as a Ph.D. in Medieval Studies from the University of Toronto. She hails from New York and currently lives and works in Toronto.