by Jennifer Wortman

No desire to see you or not see you
I want to drop my head in a lake
I watched porn and it made me cry
He fucked her from behind
The fucking was ornamental and elemental
The ornaments were ugly
Mouth sounds and face squints
I cried because of the elements
We were chemicals without a science
I am a lake without a head
The fucked girl pretended she liked it
And she liked it
The part that liked it was a hole

Jennifer Wortman’s poetry appears or is forthcoming in Juked, concīs, Swamp Ape Review, One Sentence Poems, and RHINO. Her prose can be found in Glimmer Train, The Normal School, The Collagist, Hobart, DIAGRAM, Confrontation, PANK, North American Review, and elsewhere. She is an associate fiction editor at Colorado Review and an online instructor at Lighthouse Writers Workshop.