Folsom Street Fairytale
- Folsom Street Fairytale
Once upon a time her cheeks were Popsicle red and the leather a licorice twist. Once upon a time she swung you like a cub by your scruff. Once upon a time clamped nipples like twin satellites. Once upon a time whatever she strapped on turned into a swan. Bent over in studded chaps, she could be anyone: The next door neighbor, a hockey mom, a public defender, the bank teller with those long lashes. [End Page 8]
Jenny Johnson
Jenny Johnson’s poems appear in The Best American Poetry 2012, Troubling the Line: Trans & Gender queer Poetry & Poetics, New England Review, The Collagist, and elsewhere. Currently, she is a Lecturer at the University of Pittsburgh where she teaches writing.
