A Poem By Jameson Fitzpatrick

Foreplay

I’d like a bunch of un-
lit lilacs, please. A lie

lacking malice.
A black eye.

I’d like a palacefull. A pool

of lack to lie in. A lilac
lacking pull. A slack sleep.

A new rule for lying.
A slick slap. I’m a sap

for lilacs—shouldn’t
tell you that. I’d rather

unwrap a Cadillac.


Jameson Fitzpatrick lives in New York, where he’s pursuing an MFA in poetry at NYU.

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