Poetry by Jesse Rice-Evans
Bohemia Lies by the Sea
after Anselm Kiefer
In each hunk and smear of sand, dust,
black rock rippling, I feel
the jerk of your spine under my
Blue blood and clean gloss:
hunks of muscle strapped together
by sinew and sheer luck;
That your body
could be grotesque, a dusty road to the sea,
a swollen vessel to cradle you through
but inside, it still surges.
To prove this,
I dig in my nails, shred the dull ebony,
the beige, the faint pink.
I pull hot reds from your
flayed belly and roll in you, a dog
in a dead thing.
Jesse Rice-Evans is a Southern poet, rhetorician, and a Leo/Cancer/Aries. Her first full-length collection is forthcoming from Sibling Rivalry Press in 2019. Read her nonfiction and poetry in Heavy Feather Review, Monstering, Entropy, FIVE2ONE, and The Wanderer, among others. She teaches queer texts and composition at the City College of New York.