Alphalena on the Six (excerpt)

 

II.

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

 

 

III.

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