In Full Velvet
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These poems, likened to Elizabeth Bishop's, are about desire, love, seeing, gender, difference, ecology, queerness in the "natural" world, loss, LGBTQ lineage, and its community. They contain a sinuous, shape-shifting quality that makes her explorations of sex and selfhood all the more resonant.
Jenny Johnson won a 2015 Whiting Fellowship. She lives in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.
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In Full Velvet - Jenny Johnson
1
Dappled Things
Thank you day for dappled things—
For ambrosia beetles streaking skylines inside a maple
For pansies speckled as a painter’s sleeve
For russet-crusted sidewalks of lichen, airy springs
of fiery-structured fringe For pink corpuscles
making midges soon to burst out the undersides of leaves
Thank you for all that’s still somehow
counter, original, spare, and strange
For the brightening swell of a honeybee’s sting
For the alien markings on my girlfriend’s cheek and how
they form a perfect triangle
Thank you for the risen stars on the skin of an apple,
which I slice into fine, thin crescents
For dapple is a word derived from apple
and apple once meant any fruit at all
born from a tree: lemon, fig, persimmon
Thank you road apple, finger apple, earth apple
for all that apple was before apple acquired
a stigma for being forbidden—
Marked, dappled, shadowed grappling,
stamped juice, controlled smudging of
what twinkles unthinkably
And because I’m minion this morning to gay old music
Thanks Gentle Hop for this this-ness, for teaching attention
How to mark hard word-bodies with stress,
acute glyphs, blue scores For reckoning the risks
in discipline’s rod—between sheets of loose-leafed linen—
You knew few might hear your coded address
Do I look hard enough to receive?
I am not moved by God, but I am moved by this
To experience the largesse: What you look hard at seems
to look hard at you O to be marked reciprocally, yes please
Across, above, below and with
I kiss my hand to male bonobos making out in public
in spite of Western science
trying to explain away The glorious kink
of spinner dolphins’ whistle-clicks
over-under rolling, belly-on-belly clasping by the soft tips
of flukes, riding dorsal rudders to the brink
I am inspired, call my girlfriend, say: Won’t you be my Olympic marmot
chewing on my ear till I lift my tail?
My black-billed magpie babble-singing to my begging call?
My lioness, growl, thrust, roll on backs afterward?
Squeaky as killer whales
We could keep contact relentless before
the next sequence, diving deep in a reversed-role
double-helix formation, splashing swagger
to reveal the length of our pink organs Or
we could be lady elephants heading down to the watering hole,
gearing up to gather friends in the yard
for a yipp-purr chorus, hammerhead stork pile-up Or Love
we could pretend to be utter strangers!
I, a house sparrow, and you, a cowbird, hopping over to chatter
until you touch your lower bill, head bowed
to my breast feathers
Our days