3 poems

from THE INSOMNIA POEMS

4 Fev

I hate language the violence of it CUNTY &

all of this writing I want to make it but in the

voice of a coma victim its thigh-cream rising

to the top of all rain my Life of Georges

Pompidou idling naked on the night stand

my insomnia is a colorful stain a married

man leaves on the carpet a slowly softening

fruit chew of thought my finger is hovering

directly over its pink navel & hasn’t it always

been this very music that keeps us from

wandering into the far distant cave

Fev-

How did I end up with so many paintings of the

same man reclining in a La-Z-Boy done up in a

particular 18th-century kind of style my last

three orgasms all took place deep inside

my phone’s beam of light

?

Everything you told me about what happened

post-Junta although years later it was all burnt

lamb you’d scramble to hide under the kitchen

counter & some correction fluid I eat my pudding

out of the corner of your mouth while my fingers

teach you how to climax like a new coin

Ann Pedone is a writer, book designer, and publisher based in the San Francisco Bay Area. She is the author of two books of poetry as well as multiple chapbooks. Her poetry, reviews, interviews, and creative nonfiction have been published widely. Ann is the founder and editor-in-chief of Antiphony: a journal & press and Pin//a journal of contemporary poetics.