POET AS CYBORG PORNSTAR It starts with the turn. Their slender edges, the slow reveal from margin to bombshell, the hormonal show of the real: whatever it is, you know it’s fucking hot. I pr...
I. bushmeat consumption has been forbidden since 1965 but Jungle Girl doesn’t know it – there’s armadillo roast for dinner & she foraged wild strawberries for dessert II. Jungle Girl get...
It starts with the turn. Her slender edges, the slow reveal from margin to bombshell, the hormonal show of the real: whatever it is, you know it’s fucking hot. I promise, I would do anything to...
https://www.thewhitereview.org/poetry/poet-as-cyborg-pornstar/
As I swam in the bathtub, they wondered what they had done to have a fish instead of a daughter. My father sat back as I thrashed against the hook of his hands. His mouth and eyes: three blank ho...
I mind my pomegranate like an open door watch it from the corner of my bed with the lights on. It grows on trees here so I mind my pomegranate & like an open door it creaks fruitlessness; do a...
https://www.thewhitereview.org/poetry/tyranny-of-the-pomegranate/
The first man who cruised me was a policeman in the half-light of a piss stink toilet capless in half-light he grinned there are so many layers to love there are so many pretences of love i...
https://www.thewhitereview.org/poetry/marylebone-station-1974/
We dance like we are on fire. Perhaps we are in hell. Each one of us circling the belly of a cauldron the tip of our toes scalded from fitful leaps off its floors. And incoming north is a woman s...
https://www.thewhitereview.org/poetry/inside-harbour-point-lagos-island/
we eat our own tongues wash off the dirt the villagers flung coat them in flour ground by our foreign �...
After Frannie Choi leaving, good daughters staying home with the light switched on. bad daughters find god in the pulpit of a man, lay their ear to his chest and listen to the hum of his holy ...
#DROWNINGNOTDROWNING to find me, plausible and aspiring in a relevant dress and full of promise. oh internet, oh tumblr, at twenty your sunniest meme is a church i enter, mouth full of feignin...
https://www.thewhitereview.org/poetry/three-poems-fran-lock/