Guy In Your MFA
i’m stuck
in the beforehand
like i
said. ambitious
market grilling us
real community-like.
shit be cut pie. be
bald white boys lyin out
the teeth cause based on
the way the trees sit up
against this entire blackass
face I mean. the clock
gets hype when we fuck off.
you deadass wrapped up. I’d
like to make your eyes
gawk for real. pull those
lips up pinocchio-style.
we’ll all slip on
in with you tall
boy, all the shit that
comes in behind you.
**
rain poem
believe in hiding
currency. how you keep
a thing you can’t
touch ? people in the desert don’t exist
without water
so I tenant here— play
pretend. you ask
to rub my titties again so
I might be the book you like. I had you
pinned up so ugly the roof
of my mouth buzzed— made folks
get up and leave. this is another rain
poem. it would be crazy not to
boogie while we’re
here and leave after.
**
JANELLE EFFIWATT is from Tucson, Arizona. She is an MFA candidate in poetry at the Iowa Writers’ Workshop. Her work has appeared in The Volta.
