Sophie Klahr

Sophie Klahr is the author of Meet Me Here At Dawn (YesYes Books, forthcoming 2016), and the chapbook _____Versus Recovery (Pilot Books). Her poetry, essays, and reviews have been featured in Ploughshares, The Rumpus, Gulf Coast, Ninth Letter, and elsewhere. She serves as a contributing editor for Gigantic Sequins, and co-edits Teen Sequins. She resides in Los Angeles.

 

 

“I ONCE SAW A PIMP WHO HAD A HARD-ON WHILE WRITING TO HIS GIRL PLACE HIS HEAVY COCK ON THE PAPER AND TRACE ITS CONTOURS”

 

 

I still have somewhere the outline
you traced of your cock. It was the exact size
of my throat, some fraction of the plank
I pushed aside when young,
to slip into the neighbor’s yard, another
kind of paradise. I knew it
as I know my mouth,
crossed into the room of knowing it,
drawn in by a line you read aloud
concerning a field and what happened
in the field. Beyond the fence was
a tongue of uncut grass I could lie in,
my body’s first breaking and entering.
I told my hands, Go, muscles,
Go, and pushed aside the plank
where it hung by a single nail
and opened my mouth
to all the trouble to come.

 

 

CELL PHOTO

 

 

text      : a bride wading into a pool (white bodice

            laces trail the surface)

 

text      : the desert outside your motel room  

 

text      : the pool beneath the window

 

text      : 

 

text      : thorns that found your arm 

            pronouncing your blood in two lines

 

                                    here

                                    here

 

there is no glossary not for this

 

no one teaches us to breathe deeply

            then one day there is a doctor and you are half-dressed

 

breathe deeply he says,

and touches a cold metal spot to your back

 

is this all breathing is?

 

            now cough he says

 

            is this all ?

 

just thorns doing, you said, what thorns do

 

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