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POETRY: 2 POEMS BY ALEXA DORAN

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“Baby, Hit Me One More Time”

 

Pondering life and​​ pop

​​ &​​ locking​​ to​​ Tupac,​​ pretending

 ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​​​ to blend in with my students

I park the family sedan

​​  ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​​​  ​​​​ and find myself​​ 

 ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​​​ at a strange juncture:​​ 

 ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​​​ Does MTV Summer Beach Party still exist?

 

I mean, can​​ I still catch myself

 ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​​​ ​​ in the curl​​ breath​​ 

 ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​​​ of Ananda Lewis?​​ 

Can I still forest the land

 ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​​​ ​​ of tan abdomens and cocaine​​ 

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What mother​​ doesn’t​​ want

 ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​​​ ​​ to sign up for​​ the sand slobber,

 ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​​​ the class

​​ action coochie call​​ 

 ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​​​ to Carson Daly,

 ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​​​ to​​ feel the gaudy​​ 

 

 ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​​​  ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​​​ ​​ microphone​​ slip

across her thigh?

 

Water-logged by the nostalgic

I am the juicy bit

of mid-life crisis​​ 

 

 ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​​​ every mother with a StepMaster ​​ 

 ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​​​ forgot could cry.​​ 

 

Who is to say my son would​​ not feel​​ proud

 ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​​​ ​​ to see his mother​​ 

 ​​​​ doe along the pier

 ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​​​  ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​​​ a slosh of sunset and gin  ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​​​ 

 ​​ ​​ ​​​​  ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​​​  ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​​​  ​​​​ in her wake,​​ 

 ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​​​ crisp as a fawn  ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​​​ 

 ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​​​ ​​  ​​​​ ​​  ​​​​  ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​​​ caught in the​​ faux horizon?

 

 ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​​​ 

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Dawn is a Sound​​ My Son Makes

 

The llamas from my dream still have

your flesh in their teeth​​ as the sheets

 

crenellate between you​​ and​​ the​​ sour​​ 

haze hammocked behind my knees.​​ 

 

You reach for me &

 ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​​​​ ​​ a relic from last​​ 

night’s scene​​ -​​ counting nostrils and

 

blowholes on Sesame Street​​ -​​ takes​​ 

hold of me. What is it about the​​ bawk

 

bawk​​ that make you happy? The strut,

the moo, the feather spume that turns

 

your fists to five-part hearts​​ that pulse

in five arcs for a language not ours?

 

What do you hear in​​ neigh​​ that you did

not in a thousand cordial​​ heys?​​ I can hear

 

my lesbian Barbie,​​ the mascot for​​ my child

hood lacrosse team.,​​ not God exactly,​​ but

 

the only one who​​ used to​​ speak to me.​​ 

Her flamingo pink bikini​​ feathering

 

my fingers like a rosary​​ – is that why you​​ 

communicate in cock-a-doodle-doos? More

 

than mom,​​ animals​​ have ears built to hear

you? Beakless, I admit, I curve into​​ your​​ wings

 

another milk stripe across your downy skin

and listen​​ for​​ your​​ first​​ hiss rattle coo​​ to​​ settle in.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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About the Author:
Alexa Doran
is currently working on her PhD in poetry at FSU. Please visit her website https://aed16e.wixsite.com/alexadoranpoet for a full list of publications and awards.