VENUS
Allison Jenks
Hours of leaky meteors
Hound the oceanic part of my mind
that sinks for snowy, white soldiers
Back from horrendous scandals-
nights with sharp-toothed jaguars
in their pillows.
The nearest saxophone miles away.
you live there like a
Black dollar rogue
Lurking in
that part of me that is Venus
Rocking metro phases
through the thoughts
I never figured were pliable
