portion of the artwork for Jessie Janeshek's poem

I Used to Be Pleased
Jessie Janeshek

to curl in your motorcourt marrow
bike parked at the doorframe
exercise good                  my tinsel transistors

instant absolution          orange Mary pain
but I left that party
just when you bit

my sex scent                    silver panties
slurred on by red trade
and the late-height deer

or her wolf’s-weight liquor saved.
I move raw all nights now
through fishflesh and whiplash

ice filling my sleep
fucking the eiderdown
out of my peace.

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