SIN (COMMA) SIN (COMMA) SIN
upstairs in my closet
I’m watching
a movie with sex
in my favorite lacey
safety
shorts I’m
drawing a pentacle
with a fat sharpie
into the hairy grey shag
that stellates
out with each icy stroke
a shrine to my
favorite horse god
I pretend I’m Dorothy, the girl
red/red rose yellow tulip
growing through our holes growing
clutch&clutch my grandpa
on the chainsaw outside
a pebble hitting my head oh, Jeffrey
this is my
summer in
Oregon Land
I pet the soft hair
brown tufts
around his ear
I pretend I’m Sandy, the other girl
I’m pretty enough to love
I’m splitting down the middle
horse god laughs
speaks like Jeffrey
says neigh neigh
and holds my arm
when the boys catcall
I let him
tell me we’re going out
on a brown walk through trees
red car snuff&snuff me out on coffee
shared air at the diner alright
I end it there cut the tape freeze it
a million robins fall to the dirt
strange pods of bug meat
skewered by dainty bones
cola still
wet on his tongue as we play
I spy
my bright boy
hooves and
noxious blood touches
in a pinked out room
more trees again losing their
leaves outside my window
Jeffrey can’t pick me up or my
dad’ll think I’m a whore again
as I slow club waltz down the
driveway’s turn tugging at
the pointelle of my shorts
stretch wide movie star!
I swing scissors with my hands
I’ll be sweet all night
mare erotica
throw a pebble at the side
of his imaginary car door
and whisper a name
over banana cream pie
to my own private horse god
Jeffrey lets me nick his face
when we touch bodies at knife point
cause he makes me cry
hold my lolling head when I get scared
I try to sing him a cover of a song he knows
yeah he says yeah
Maya Stahler is a poet from Oregon who is currently a poetry MFA candidate at the Iowa Writers' Workshop. Her most recent work appears/is forthcoming in Longleaf Review, BRUISER Magazine, and Beaver Magazine. @MayaStahler
