summerose: fetalribbed grasprasps,
waiststrained in anubis teeth,
cranked and wanked, cranked and wanked,
into place, finches peckfucked
in sunflowers; caterpillars slumpowered
in parsley, the plumpdrunk machines
of mosquitoes drumdusking
itches into nausea like
another sexless instar of night
in bed with phantom shames;
good gods light my love thighs,
shinsplinter into demirays
it is me you see when it sighs.
Andrew Brenza‘s poems have appeared in or are forthcoming from Word For/Word, GlitterPony, Sawbuck, The Scrambler, Jellyfish, Shampoo, Strange Horizons, and/or, Infinity’s Kitchen, REM Magazine, and Prick of the Spindle, among others. He lives in New Jersey with his wife, a poet and food writer, and his tech-savvy son.