Sweet Pharmaceutical Riff
what can it be like
very deep down
milk through a sheer shirt
seeing oneself clearly
you can't have both
playing “house” three blocks from the river
that kept my ancestors out
five old homes being motored to new foundations three blocks from the river
where I play “house”
Historic, Historical
how long does it go on
manicured nails photocopied
over words
you grow up and think
it must feel different
and then
it feels no different
your hands built into your shirt
you can't float anymore getting
a tan somewhere in California
you can't take your prescription pills and feel the same
high
at the local museum a diorama of an auntie
cooking sofkee
behind a glass
I look through a window
which is not "my" window
a megaplex in an alley
a clear lake with no fish
it’s strange
the world’s
theoretical stitching
tires
lilacs
can you speak
to its relation
to its weight
to its white
clouds
Classics,
Reimagined
America,
Kevlar
Velcro
Teflon
God and God's
blouse
sing us your virginal wool
lullaby
place your great
phallus good
crystal
where we’ve longed to
touch
Stevie Belchak is a writer, poet, and editor of blush lit. The author of 'State of My Undress' (o-blek editions) and 'Holy Holy Holy' (Metatron DigiPub), her work can be found in Hobart Pulp, Fence Streaming, The Denver Quarterly, Third Coast, The Quarterless Review--among others.