1 poem | Genelle Chaconas



The only thing you ever used from girl scouts the way to tie knots slick almost liquid ropes the substance the low erogenous lust of an infinite shape you clench when you tie it tighter than it can go is not the equal distribution of power is not the time you started the first carjacked with nothing more than a nail file is not the way you slammed on the gas and plunged off the dock and felt it fill your lungs thicker than gravity is not the time you broke off the lock of the clubhouse no girls allowed with a hammer poured a gasoline circle on the concrete dropped a match and watched it rising the flower with no name red orange yellow white the stars silent rippling alive above you shivered hungry through the crushing beams you almost forgot to run.


Genelle Chaconas is a 2015 graduate of Naropa University, with an MFA in Writing and Poetics from the Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics. She has one chapbook published by Little M Press—Fallout, Saints and Dirty Pictures (2011). Her work has been published in Door is a Jar; Bombay Gin; Naropa’s Summer Writing Program Magazine; Late Peaches: Poems by Sacramento Poets; Brevities; Calaveras Station; Six Foot Swells; Primal Urge and others. She was also the host and creator of Red Night Poetry, a poetry series in Sacramento.

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