portion of the artwork for Jessie Janeshek's poem

Every Step’s Ceramic
Jessie Janeshek

when typing makes me lonely
in the winter of red treadmill discontent.
My predilection’s bladder burn
narcissism, chainsaws.
I sing your sand psalms pregnant
walking Boston bridges
in blue air bad for homeless women
bandaging choked rabbits
with stolen maxi pads.
I crack upon the lines
of my own symmetric crystal
and I just saw the paradox
in your red pores after sex.

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FRiGG: A Magazine of Fiction and Poetry | Issue 46 | Fall 2015