I Wear My Man Out
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on the town like a coat / i curl up in his cured hide / i hear pelts & think of shit not skin / confusing it for pellets / my man is more shit than skin / he defecates often he is so thin / i wear my man’s shit / in between my legs / you think this is vile / you think i am obsessed / with smearing shit up & down my legs / i’m just saying i desire any coat / he can give / have you noticed how we shrink / in tandem occupying a collective void / i mean honey / i shrunk my lover it is dire / i mean my man performs / two hundred fifty push-ups / after swallowing an ice cream cone / before fucking we apologize / for gaining weight & fucking other women / in our different homes / we occupy a collective toilet bowl / our fuck develops peach fuzz / i won’t pretend to be a wolf / for the sake of this poem / i refuse to nourish / anyone in this poem / this poem is an expulsion / pulling you / around my waist gagging / at how sweet how cold
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Sarah Sgro currently lives in Oxford, Mississippi and serves as incoming Poetry Editor for the Yalobusha Review. She is from New York, where she previously worked as an editorial assistant for Guernica. Her poetry appears or is forthcoming in TYPO, glitterMOB, Horse Less Review, Deluge, the minnesota review, Tinderbox Poetry Journal, and Word Riot.
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Issue 18: Summer 2016
Issue 18: Summer 2016