our bodies are a haven from August.
this summer all we do is rut
mattress on the carpet
him on me
a miasma of scorching discontent.
dingy sheets. the
dryer eats them and my future
gets stuck in the holes.
how did I know he wanted that baby?
at the window,
he smokes Marlboros, taps ashes
on the losers below.
there’s not enough air to go around.
I found a corpse in the kitchen, I tell him.
he flicks his dead daddy’s Zippo
again and again,
surveys the neon-tinged city.
I want to steal something important.
I reach for his pride on the window ledge.
he flicks me away like a gnat.
the tv’s been broken since May.
Alexis Rhone Fancher is the author of How I Lost My Virginity To Michael Cohen and other heart stab poems, (Sybaritic Press, 2014), and State of Grace: The Joshua Elegies, (KYSO Flash Press, 2015). Find her poems in Rattle, The MacGuffin, Slipstream, Fjords, H_NGM_N, great weather for MEDIA, Wide Awake: Poets of Los Angeles, Chiron Review, Quaint Magazine, HOBART, Menacing Hedge, and elsewhere. Since 2013 she’s been nominated for four Pushcart Prizes and four Best of The Net awards. Alexis is poetry editor of Cultural Weekly, where she also publishes a monthly photo essay, The Poet’s Eye. Find her at alexisrhonefancher.com
“Snapshots and Lies,” was previously published (Finalist, Best of Wherewithal Magazine 2015).