Propaganda for Fucking

or, A Pleroma

That space between awake and
waking. Look into the night at night.
Quiet enough to hear but
indecipherable. Behind me, get
behind me, it is behind me. Mother
Goose, shaking her head says
Salamander ostensibly, expose
yourself to fire. Yes, you, deviate,
you, temporarily, zigzag laughing,
you. Dear Jenny. Dear dear. Dear
cherry-colored, virgin-virgin. You//
laughing//fairy, where is my mother?
First loves are always tic-tac-toe.
Wednesday, or Tuesday. I may not
have any ethics but I do have morals.


Apophony

I am not a fig tree. Damn the wood
fairies. Shakespearean obscene
sexual gestures. (French) that
doesn't matter. My response to
blackmail. My favorite email sign off.
A list of all the jokes in an academic
work. All twelve cookbooks are
involved in this. What you lost would
just confuse you anyway. Magic
boots. Archaic. Dialect. Spenserian.
I'll order the footlong. If I was really
gay. The most common name. Some
sort of insult, just stay drunk,
remember the hydra. Muhammads
widow Ayesha, riding, riding. There is
a series of hierarchies, answers,
rules we must follow, but nowhere
does it mention splinters.


Carrie Hunter received her MFA/MA in the Poetics program at New College of California,
and edits the chapbook press, ypolita press. She has published chapbooks with Cy Gist
Press, Dusie, Arrow as Aarow, Lew Gallery Editions, Birds of Lace, and gavia immer. Her
full-length collection, The Incompossible, was published in 2011 by Black Radish Books.
Other work has recently appeared in Finery, NAP, Metazen, Delirious Hem, and
Amerarcana. She lives in San Francisco.