six miles southeast of rupaul’s mansion (extracted from Morgan Thomas’s “Surrogate”)


                              frac

                              frac

                              frac Roo frac

a well can be fracked three times
before everybody’s poisoned

                              Mother
                              i’d rather you did something else

                              center
                              the
                              kid
                              from florida
                              injected with hormones
                              during the crucial, early months
                              paying her way through grad school

boys these days don’t know anything
but fracking

frack in the roads
frack all day
frack through the night
frack in my front yard

                              pimp

                              profiteer

                              prey on dreams of
                              a nose piercing
                              a dress with sequins
                              more money than dad makes

                  what did she promise you?

            She
            built that home
            not with her own hands but with her own money

                  you can’t believe a woman like that

            She
            promised me happiness
            laughing at the absurdity of it

                  it’s her body she loves
                  skin clear and smooth
                  tongue dry and swollen
                  teeth a wall of smoke

the arrogance that can lead a woman to
everything

                  She
                  killed because she wanted

            for money
            fifty grand
            that kind of money

on the news
rising infertility rates
girls too young to be boys
kids who drank down lead
methane in the shale
in the river

            murder was not
            the plan

                  She
                  was good at it

                  talented
                  drowning herself in
                  community

            stupid

                  naïve

                              Liar

                              guilty

                              wither your athletes
                              dissolve your girls

                              forget the toxic flesh

                  She
                  will be gentle with herself

it’s a good year to be a surrogate



Felt

When Mother names me does she reclaim her own decay. I am born and I am dying. Doctor holds my tits in his hands. My flesh which is not my flesh retracts.


Fossil Record of a Drowning Carp

I wonder if they will call me moon goddess; if I will / chisel away a past life with carving knives / and grieving.