TAKE HER TO THE WOODS THEY SAID

poetry by Jessica Alberg

TAKE HER TO THE WOODS THEY SAID

 

Take her to the woods they said

And so I did

 

Take me to the mountains she said/ And so I did

 

Take me to your home I said/           so she took me to the creeks & the sycamores & the piercers & the

lettuce houses, the tracks and that left hand turn after the x rated store you don’t go into.


Lastly she took me to myself & when she kissed me I said take me.

THE WEATHER AS HER MISTRESS

poetry by Jessica Alberg

THE WEATHER AS HER MISTRESS

Sometimes I think my girlfriend

will leave me over the weather.

 

She was built for deserts—

my lips for rain.

 

It means my skin tremors,

in the storm, my hair raises, then

drifts back against me like

rhododendron leafs.

 

Her skin is like a hide, stretched

and tanned by the hunter. Her body

shapes to her bones. Her clothes fall

off in hot breaths.

 

I don’t want to sound like I

speak from experience

but I would be the god of weather

if I could.

We could both be,

 

our horizons never crossing,

our hemispheres in other skies.

 

stars like borders.

Jessica Beck Alberg is a queer west coast poet currently doing her required time in New York City. She is a double master of poetry, holding one MFA from The New School and one MsC from The University of Edinburgh. She was recently published in 'Gramma Press' and has an upcoming publication in ‘honey & lime.' When not falling out of trees, or talking to the moon, she’s busy talking with her plants.

Jessica Alberg

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