UNTITLED ❋ Jen Steinbeck

I

I like to have sex to whale noises
The sound
Of convoluting forms shifting masses
within the field of the Earth’s largest
body
Booming and hush squeak speak
Nothing quite on top
I’m just kidding I like trip hop

II

This is Nike.
Let’s not care about the shoe company but rather winged victory.
That bodacious deity swooshing around battlefields and stadiums doing whatever maybe.
Smooching hot ambitions, raw and blind maybe.
Just do it
Just fly or whatever
Maybe this is just a swoosh turned around
But from here
It’s a teat of a lover

III

To fart all night
All night long
Sinking the body closer and closer
Into that space
Below the surface
Of the mattress
But above the floor

IV

Today I wore a white shirt
Crisp edges, particular seams
I want to elicit a feeling of keep
Because beneath I am unswept