Three Poems by Emily Corwin
what’s cleaned from here
my tweezed eyebrow follicles, my smudge &
floss, the facial mask with extracts of blueberry
& willow bark, eggplant skin pieces,
suds, gauze, lint, hexagonal glitter speck & old
market honey, cheese with pollen I didn’t like,
too-small hipster undies, mildew in the tub
grout & donut peaches with wound, boogers,
the paddle hairbrush hair, fingernail hunks &
wire nails for wall stud & cat fur too, expired
juice for screwdrivers, a bad feeling, a
troubling in me from too much rot internal,
eternally a tainted cage.
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the hottest thing since sliced bread
if I drop the fluoxetine on my tongue tip & search for
water, the tang milks like fluoride rinse & biscotti. I mosey
through the eighty-nine degrees plus humidity, my
crevice—a swamp, I need to rip away my cheekie undies,
slice them off with any nearest not-blunted instrument,
each tined rod available to me. I am being a pain, a whiner,
an eyesore—my own eye tingles from peeking at the solar
eclipse, hypochondrial paranoia of retinal burn. I show up
an hour too soon, I will never be fashionably-late to yours
or anyone’s get-together, sweat gathers in lines of salt in my
underarms, under-chest, under my depth of hairs. my
central goal with this allotted time & energy is to seduce
everyone in my internet feed, I dust a shadow called
cobbler on my crease & lid—I know you will like it, just
click there on the heart.
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love scene
tonight the land around us—gloomy gloom. I wear cubic zirconia & a cape, swollen—a flume, a dash of water, blotch of peach vodka bloom in orange juice. I am enamored, dear groom, by your waistcoat & watered silk, the ballroom blisters, the blue hubbard squash, pimpled, gloomy. tonight I ruminate on you, in a slick pink costume, zinnia sown in my side, my curvature in a tomb, mildewed & bitter, they prepare to exhume my bodysuit, I could never leave you, dear cartoon I collide against a meteorite, we zoom, lurch through the milkshake galaxy, the torches waxing bloodless, peroxide bloom