Jessica Fiorini
A Poem for Us:
Guanajuato
may our blue neon crucifix hum held ghostly aloft cathedral
believe in the lack of death and you lift the stones of a new thunder river
silver veins of lament directly relate our maker the weight of green
sandstone our gilded altarpiece compress your chest
may your candle burn the 14 hour day and plunder the night
of its prickled teeth O lord let love live beneath the compound ash
toiling for the canadian 60% live the short life
it’s easier to escape young lungs full of mineral that dams
the river and floods the valley may peace be ever strived for
may they never catch on
Love Poem
Fifth floor again and I’ve got a body of pipe organ music
last time I was here I forgot
look the anemone light structure
it crinkles spectrums into resembling
romance and haircuts I’ve seen
that red bowed choker before
eternal feminine decay such as
Vesuvius Chrysanthemums
and Bamboo Shoots
You are my picture of the floating world
my white peacock rain the landscape
upon my nightside I see myself
reflected in 3 mirrors I see myself
stained by glass light throwing peonies
I see myself above myself in 1890
I see myself in love
I used to have a layer of brick nogging
insulation has gone the way of
let’s move in together
festive rooms show tattered plumage
There’s gold in the hemlines held with rabbit glue
