{"id":702,"date":"2010-01-01T23:30:21","date_gmt":"2010-01-02T04:30:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/?p=702"},"modified":"2010-01-01T23:30:21","modified_gmt":"2010-01-02T04:30:21","slug":"jan-steckel","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/2010\/01\/jan-steckel\/","title":{"rendered":"Jan Steckel"},"content":{"rendered":"

The Rose Grew Round the Briar<\/strong><\/p>\n

How do your red pubic hairs
\nend up on the window sill,
\nmy black ones on the crown moldings?
\nDo you do even weirder things in the bathroom
\nthan I thought? Do curly hairs waft on
\nhot-air currents from bathroom drain to ceiling?
\nDo they hitch a ride on a bath towel,
\nand flip free heavenward
\nwhen you snap it at my ass?
\nI found one in the pantry, curled lasciviously<\/p>\n

around a piece of high-fiber cereal,
\nanother on the TV remote.
\nI don\u2019t want to think about that one too hard.
\nI lie in bed and stare at two high on the wall
\nabove our heads, a black and a red.
\nAre they having an out-of-booty experience?
\nWhen we die, will they form a true-lover\u2019s knot,
\nand float up higher and higher?<\/p>\n

Pretty, Wild<\/strong><\/p>\n

I felt my DNA unscrew
\nwhen she walked into a room.
\nI think it was her hair,
\nFarrah Fawcett seventies wild
\nlike polished mahogany driftwood.<\/p>\n

Maybe it was the way
\nher smile spread slowly
\nacross her face
\nwhile her eyes stayed amber,
\ndeep as fossils.<\/p>\n

It could have been her shelf
\nof Russian books,
\nhow she could wire anything
\nto work, her mastery of
\nelectricity and men.<\/p>\n

I wanted to hold open doors,
\npush her up against the wall,
\nearn a living for her and her wiener dog,
\nhold her wrists down on the bed,
\ndance at our wedding.<\/p>\n

Instead I showered so long
\nher wallpaper curled off the walls.
\nI kicked the dog out of our bed.
\nI brought her tidbits
\nshe yelled we couldn\u2019t afford.<\/p>\n

I hope she\u2019s happy once again.
\nI hope she\u2019s still pretty,
\nher hair still wild,
\nand she still treats her dog
\nas if it\u2019s her child.<\/p>\n

My Jericho<\/strong><\/p>\n

One good blow job
\nand you came
\ntumbling down.<\/p>\n

Dance of the Perseids<\/strong><\/p>\n

Meteor shower tonight. No use looking.
\nCouldn\u2019t see it here against the city glow.
\nOne August in the mountains, his arm
\naround her, they wished on falling stars
\ntill they ran out of wishes.<\/p>\n

Cat\u2019s on top of the TV \u2018cause it\u2019s warm,
\ntail hanging over the screen.
\nPush his tail up, sit down \u2013
\nfew minutes later that tail falls back,
\nblocking So You Think You Can Dance.<\/p>\n

He knew he could dance when he twirled her
\nwith a light touch of his hand,
\nturn of the wrist. She spun into him,
\nspooled out again like a spindle.
\nShe\u2019s gone.
\nAll he hears
\nis Vietnamese cuties upstairs
\nplaying Dance Dance Revolution
\nthundering over his head
\nlike to knock the plaster down.<\/p>\n

Why should he crack his own ceiling
\npounding with his Louisville Slugger?
\nBaseball days are all past, too.
\nJust him and her ancient crazed kitty
\nthat yowls all night.<\/p>\n

Fix himself Cheez Whiz on Cheetos.
\nPush the cat\u2019s tail up again.
\nEase onto the La-Z-Boy.
\nNot too long till his love and he
\nwill be Dancing with the Stars.<\/p>\n

Jan Steckel\u2019s fiction chapbook Mixing Tracks<\/em>, was the winner of the 2008 Gertrude Press Fiction Chapbook Award. Her work has won numerous awards and has been nominated twice for a Pushcart Prize. Find out more at\u00a0http:\/\/www.jansteckel.com<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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