Accord

by Anna Vitale

I mean I was thinking about punishment & how I come to want it in the form of denial the replay of fort da is the fort for dad symbols of erection cushion placeholders for him who would like to erase another man’s— did I really just think schlong?—how juvenile desire became like desire without genitalia was a form for juvenilia getting sent somewhere where desire was not a prison but also was not liberation is there such a thing as freedom everyone wants

we weep in the intersection lights sway in the storm swing balls against the ring of the storm one is borne by the possibility of satisfaction we weep b/c we fail in our doggy suits hunched over three fingers fingering the hub as long as we talk i can’t get no no no no hey hey hey hot click full of it jammed nub dot crescent shakey substance or quivering light metaphysical status projected so long it’s time to snooze I’ll soothe him his fresh internalized dick in a way I’m not so say gimme & let the kids have their rhythm say discretion when he means disclosure stupidity a form for beauty made as announcement bear another break long for another

return to hold her shoes dangle from her toe tongue that surface in her presence strangers awhile while coming gives her everything there is something to give see love like that that power they were between legs boys raised boys not virgin but throne thrown down her shoo uh the accent the unconscious country I came from how could I say no to hours of spit eros for speech no space collapse O, O, a love to wait for, O, a love to have from the inside O, I settle into sun my breast my son domain O, O, O, O, O, O

Anna Vitale

Anna Vitale performs associative patterns of the unconscious, offering something like psychoanalytic practice as part poetic practice. She's currently writing a dissertation about suicide and language. Her short books include Unknown Pleasures (Perfect Lovers) and Anna Vitale’s Pop Poems (OMG). Other work can be found in Emergency Index 2012 (Ugly Duckling) and online at Gauss PDF, and Harriet: the blog.