Alphalena on the Six (excerpt)



Stab your flea market typewriter

last night’s bodega elegy


dust on the ribbon already

duct tape our future pages


leap frog over

this text me knowledge girl,


caught in a time warp

of Warholian repeats


every soup can your bored face




Roll me over

@  what o’clock

stack of black books


like a

stendahl novel.

sex tray all


the war camp sleep outs


she palms a toaster in

her soft hand


red  dragon nails

dig into palms

the blood drips for eons



-Jenny MacBain-Stephens