Roaring in the Midst of Genocide: Venus Selenite's "trigger"

by Some Writer

August 18, 2017

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Read three poems from "trigger" below

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Three poems from "trigger"

brothel
she met me in the louisiana wetlands
for southern sin as the zydeco played.


i sipped lemonade in the nude
as she braided my hair with extensions
resembling the entirety of the sun.


her hands knew how to braise
the earth’s auburn
a sandstone from autumn
and the radiance of bumblebees
with the mysticism of her palm lines
into the corners of my scalp.


away from southern humidity
reducing our sweat
we wrote a new sutra
as another
then two
then three more joined.


oshun blessed us as we fucked
and lotuses blossomed from our breasts.
trails of lipstick melted down our backs
quicker than the burning of candles.


by dusk
she continued leading our creation of melodies
to the whistles of spanish moss.
all us girls kept swimming
in the puddles of dyke laughter
stained on the floor.

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Image description: Front cover of "trigger" by Venus Selenite, which features a stark contrast between the black background and white font color;  directly below the title there is an image of a revolver in white.