All in by Alexis Rhone Fancher
by Alexis Rhone Fancher
Baby, you were a tiger last night,
the famous poet growls,
paws at my breast like an apology.
He knows I like it rough.
I know his penchant for variety,
his lust’s juvenescence.
I saw his arm
slip around her flirtation,
saw him meet her platinum gaze,
maneuver her out on the deck,
grope her like he once groped me.
When we make our make-up love,
I picture impossibly young women,
lined up, his for the taking,
and I hear my time running out,
that desperate, loudening thrum.
I’m his blond, his punch-drunk muse.
He knows I’ll go down swinging.
Alexis Rhone Fancher is published in Best American Poetry, The American Journal of Poetry, Rattle, Hobart, Verse Daily, Plume, Tinderbox, Cleaver, Diode, SWWIM Every Day, The MacGuffin, Nasty Women Poets, Nashville Review, Rust + Moth, and elsewhere. Her books include: How I Lost My Virginity to Michael Cohen…, State of Grace: The Joshua Elegies, Enter Here, Junkie Wife, and The Dead Kid Poems. Her photographs are published worldwide. A multiple Pushcart Prize nominee, Alexis is poetry editor of Cultural Weekly. Please see more at www.alexisrhonefancher.com.
by Alexis Rhone Fancher
he’ll ask if you’re the same girl who used to live on Clinton St, and weren’t your sons
once friends? Old, with bushy brows and a scraggly beard, he’ll be even more repellant.
You’ll recall his fusty smell, how he’d push his way into your apartment,
sit too close to you on your couch, uninvited, stroke your hair.
He’ll ask if you remember the handmade books he tried to sell you
scribbled drawings, pages of ramblings disguised as poems, ink-splotched, unintelligible,
glitter escaping from the gaping pages onto your apartment’s grey shag confusion;
how he almost coerced you into buying one, you, who could barely make rent,
who could barely afford cheap, Payless shoes for your growing boy.
Did I come on to you back then? he’ll ask, gripping your arm so you can’t escape.
He’ll feign foggy, confused. When you answer yes, he’ll smile, and say,
Yeah, well. In those days, I came on to everyone.
L.A. poet Alexis Rhone Fancher is published in Best American Poetry, Verse Daily, Plume, The American Journal of Poetry, Rattle, Hobart, Diode, Nashville Review, Wide Awake, Poets of Los Angeles, The New York Times, and elsewhere. She’s the author of 5 poetry collections; How I Lost My Virginity To Michael Cohen, (2014), State of Grace: The Joshua Elegies, (2015), Enter Here, (2017), Junkie Wife, (2018), and The Dead Kid Poems (2019). EROTIC, New & Selected, publishes in 2020 from New York Quarterly. A multiple Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net nominee, Alexis is poetry editor of Cultural Weekly. www.alexisrhonefancher.com