BJ Smith
Reed
How does one live in the reeds
When the water opposite
Evokes such depth?
Had I been less buoyant
You never would have seen
My pain and I in turn
Would never have become
The fixation of yours
Dildo
Each morning you strap on a series
Of nesting paper-mache masks
And a 10 inch dildo to tighten
The strings lacing my wings
I only really fly when you fuck me
Otherwise I’m spitefully mammalian
Neon
I will always remember you
Smuggling poems into
Monochrome notebooks
In the coffee shop on 3rd
My fingertips full of things
I might have written
But never dared too
My heart sewn with neon threads
To spare me the humiliation
Of full-scale invisibility
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