I walked straight off some pier
the end of the roof — gutter baby
it ended at the keyword *failure
our faces kissing as
if hogs to slaughter
It ended at midnight
I turned to stone
the end of your cock –
ringed-necked pheasant
I always have known
About them; these
Roadside bars and their victims
not so long ago twenty six
I was at a NASCAR track MGD bitch
racing for freedom republican itch
Free falling death blue hand Sue
off the roof of my mouth
the skin sloughed off
Marijuana
This abnormal stadium; Costa Rican
Bale washed ashore – they said
She is vacillating – I was fainting
Mira esta vacilando, guey… C’mon… I was
just
making milk from Jamaican
Goats, not my own lactation
Nurse —.
Of sorts.
Like this. I persist with warming beer
Deep in this shit. On the back of
A Jet ski – milk breasts pushed into black back
This is the year I fall apart at your
Victim chest – the Year
of the sagging / supple breast.
This is the
Year of the blonde / spank
Corpse / mess
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Elisabeth Horan
Elisabeth Horan is a poet mother student lover of kind people and animals, homesteading in Vermont with her tolerant partner and two young sons. She writes to survive and survives to write - We are all battling something. Let's support each other. Elisabeth enjoys riding horses and caring for her cats, chickens, goats and children (not necessarily in that order). She teaches at River Valley Community College in New Hampshire.
Thank you Dear Jorge – forever and always, for your support. Love, Elisa <3
Some can write with the ink of their soul, when it comes to Mrs. Horan -you are in front of their boss- As a translator I have had the joy of working for Elisabeth. Her poetry takes me to the strangest places and the weirdest people I have known, wich I love for they both have been of great help in my life. Besides, that is exactly why I love her poetry, it has strange paths and they use to lead us to the simplest things that will always give sense to our lives. Elisabeth you are a beautful poet and human being, fortunately you know well how to paint those time passages on the canvas of your honesty. People like you make this planet the loveliest place !!!
Pablo Heredia@
Costa Rica