Wednesday, May 4, 2011


There is sweat across his nipples
  where his hair performs a cross
    there is come in the small of his back
There are idols in the bedroom
   there are borrowed gods
     there are pantheons of everything we lack
                                                                  And I am swimming in a long-forgotten lover
                                                                  that resides in another person's eyes
                                                                  And I am seeing an empty-pastured future
                                                                  in the honey of the stretch marks on your side

--Jonathan Penton is the editor of and Unlikely Stories of the Third Kind. He has written four chapbooks of poetry: Last Chap (Vergin' Press, 2004), Painting Rust and Blood and Salsa (Unlikely Books, 2006) and Prosthetic Gods (New Sins Press, 2008). He is standoffish to the point of being unfriendly, which might be why he's so often accused of being an undercover cop, which confuses him because he'd expect undercover cops to be really ingratiating but he doesn't actually know.  This piece was previously  published in Mezcla: Art and Writing from the Tumblewords Project.

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