The most romantic thing a human being can say
to another human being is Let me help you vomit.
No human being has ever said this to me
& I keep going to god too clean as though god
is frightened of muddy feet. If I am missing
a hairpin I don’t go at all. Please describe
your vomiting; it is like a psalm for me
a place where wilderness might be new.
Other people’s dirt makes a lovely frock.
Grant I be forgiven in the gush.
The altar boys want me
They say If you feel like nonsense
If you feel bananas
Make a sundae already
Oh I do
I want holiness to meet me halfway
Meet me easy
Like a tugboat on glitter water
So easy to fall in the water
How easy these altar boys come on
Bodies of soap
With pinwheel erections
They eat hamburgers effortlessly
Only some have hips
It is movie night
In their church in America
A crucifixion movie
No a movie about love
They offer me megaCokes
Rum will make the movie
I cannot say
I am undrunk
How I got to be undrunk
Is going to get crucified here
The whole church is beeping
Glitter water glitter rum
Even my nail polish
husbandland I am made
of hamburger, eggs and potatoes
full of cakes and clocks
babydolls not like ham.
A hash has happened
husband is absent
my marriage dress hangs
I put me in my mouth
stripey fats and underblood
dregs for geraniums.
I could let drops
might I cleave a piece to suck?
O the eggs
are growing old
or else they’re growing lungs.
Melissa Broder is the author of two collections of poems: Meat Heart (forthcoming from Publishing Genius in 2012) and When You Say One Thing but Mean Your Mother (Ampersand 2010). Poems appear or are forthcoming in Guernica, Redivider, Barrelhouse, Opium magazine, et al. She edits La Petite Zine and curates the Polestar Poetry Series at Cake Shop.
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