Saturday, March 5, 2022

Something Solid: The Nineties: Silly Putty


Jennifer: a self-possessed, pixilated individual,
stacked like a Playboy bunny, mad as a hatter,
refashioning class accordingly, like it was silly putty.
We bonded at the crotch like two young bunnies,
just for her to be a mother, just to make silken-soft
the bitterness of a broken life in the sticks—
the stigma of trailer-trash insignias, which here
camouflaged as lower-middle before my naïve eyes.
The pill she was purportedly on was more
camouflage— I forgive her now because she
had no choice, backed under trailer wheels.
Corn-rows fell on her, and dirty deals. We taught
each other Transcendentalism in bed— tantric
sessions to cut our teeth on, and cut heads. Including ours.

© Adam Fieled 2017-2026

Tuesday, March 1, 2022

New Poem in Otoliths (65)

 


New double sonnet, Perfect, from the Nineties section of Something Solid, in Otoliths 65. Many thanks to Mark Young. And on PennSound.

Here is Otoliths 65 in its entirety. And in print.