Poem 16 ± November 16, 2018

Korbin Jones
Seeds & Skin

Yes,

I let that man // settle inside me.
Age like cider.   Honeycrisp.

All this sweating: a fever.   An outward expression
of the men I’ve swallowed,
the fear I’ve swallowed // since meeting him.

Is like my silence—caused by fermentation.

And yet I want to press my tongue   into him,
rip it from his body. Present this dying torso
which for him // I have prepared.
Kiss him softly on the neck.

Call him Daddy.


 

Korbin Jones received his B.A. in Spanish and in Writing from Northwest Missouri State University. He is currently an MFA Poetry candidate at the University of Kansas. His translation of Pablo Luque Pinilla’s poetry collection SFO is forthcoming from Tolsun Books. His work has appeared in various journals, such as Noctua Review, Levee Magazine, and Polaris. His manuscript, songs for the long night, is currently seeking a home.

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