In Which I Try to Leave My Husband, But Cannot Find the Words
- In Which I Try to Leave My Husband, But Cannot Find the Words
Jackie Craven, poetry
You fa ox fa, you fa ox gasea ahhh, how proof you?In catch I jump slap like a rack,my dradda hours, all sticks and pikes,& never once did you zoo-hoo.
Loggaminy, I fooze for you, yesfooze to the seeraxel sky& still you cog lockness—youwith your rockfelter, youwith your gatterknucklelicks —
Tax as a pretzel jail. Loggaminy,there's a rock in your sit pit matt,all pimple-ick & clench, a frogin your kick—what did I ever milkin your monkey pee jaw?
Loggaminy, I sickly to la gat you,I pan shagget you, I sickly nan —tit toe. You can gurdle to your mauvefor all I mew—Loggaminy, loggaminy,you duperquack, I'm jah. But still
I fooze to the seeraxel sky. [End Page 193]
jackie craven is the author of the poetry collection Secret Formulas & Techniques of the Masters and the fiction chapbook Our Lives Became Unmanageable. Her poetry has appeared in journals such as Columbia Poetry Review, New Ohio Review, River Styx, and Salamander.
