FROM THE GREENLAND

The cunt’s performance: ablative
of little critical
importance, dingy: your train misses
three stations in a
row: now I am suffragette

Each of my attempts at auto-
cunnilingus having failed, new-
world techne devolves into
Donatello-like penis substitute or mother’s
favorite Brazilian nuts

While mother languaging sleeping lover
three once vibrant magnolias, my Mondrian, his
aorist, all of my non-sexual scaffolding, no
triangles, though a doorman dry as a pigeon

Virgin privatizing step-father’s drip-irrigation
Fisting my last three or four kidnapped Derridas
Become:
Third-grade teacher’s mastectomy
Forgotten Broadway star’s
commercially-thinned G-spot

Confusing all remaining photographic
evidence of dildoing man in line at BofA with
my first high school reading of The Beautiful
and the Damned, leads to burning desire to
install new fluorescent bulb in back bathroom

Because I want to be closer to God I
“dry ice” my Antigone every night, there
is consciousness and unconsciousness, there is
the woman who never once
orgasmed until the latest attempt to
depopulate Madagascar

Ann’s books include The Medea Notebooks (Etruscan Press), and The Italian Professor’s Wife (Press 53.) Her poetry, reviews, and creative non-fiction have recently appeared in Michigan Quarterly Review, ANMLY, Posit, and the American Journal of Poetry. She studied at Bard and UC Berkeley. Ann is the founder and editor-in-chief of the antiphony, a poetry journal and small press based in the San Francisco Bay Area.