Rachael listens
We continue our series of Lincoln poets with two poems by Rachael Wolfe. After four years of studying gender and creative writing, Rachael graduated from the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Afterwards she snagged a job with State government, and is currently plotting escape to a poem commune of Amanda Huckins’ creation.
He is mine and I am caught
in a stew pot.
You pull out a glass and think
mother. You pull on a dress. It’s been cut
too low. You only
think you could wear it To the movies. Around
the house.
It’s beautiful the way
we are dumb to each other.
It’s this and it’s then.
Where the rabbit got under
the fence.
You like vowels like they’re organs like they’re worth money.
Christmas
Here’s your body liquid here’s
your money. Drink a little water
or spit it back up
in the plastic. We are
we are animals. It’s something
to laugh at.
Here’s a little piece of fat
put it in your mouth. And thank
the television Thank
the entire department. Six
turkeys fit
inside two aluminum trays.
You didn’t make it fast
you didn’t leave it.
