#MeToo: Rebecca Tamás

Rebecca Tamás

 

 

/penis hex/

 

the hex for a penis isn’t really all about
the penis
the penis is not an issue all fine doing its own thing
ink blot semen     sweet white plaster
pale peach tartlet
but when it goes you see    you see a lot of things

to hex a penis off means taking a laugh out for a walk
long and blue
cold as Russia
laughing and laughing your mouth is open
let your girlfriends see your tongue

to hex a penis off wrap yourself up
in a warm bed and no one is there
intellectual persuasion
hand in the unowned air
peeling strips of dull bleached sky

hex like artemisia
holofernes head back   the fucking sucker
head back and tirades full of blood
he goes down way way down
judith’s painted hand is a snare
she is catching your penis and taking it home

hex with a plate of grilled pears
against cream
a glass of just-pink wine
teacups porcelain thrush egg blue
your soft under the breath singing
hex it off with a little journey
islands of any kind ideally somewhere cold
green things butting out into a black/grey sea
no one is on the island to tell you the kind of
things you shouldn’t be touching

hex at a child-wedding
don’t worry it’s cool
at the ceremony just wait until the
drinks are being served and then set fire
to the whole place
the drapes that are azure blue
holiday destination blue  pope innocent blue
the child-bride comes with you
her big gobstopper eyes and hello kitty backpack
full of dicks

hex in a philosophy seminar
see them start to detach and waver
a few centimetres apart from their owners
maybe i’m not actually bothered by the logical
summation of things
their soft and sweet calculation and steadfast rationale
maybe i like it out here in the dark cold wood
with all my bits hanging down and fiery creatures
perching on every surface shaking their claws
maybe i like it with god holding my sweaty wavering hand

hex it by saying nothing
this navy zip-up and scarf says that i understand comfort
and solidarity
don’t talk to me   don’t tell me about your day
or ask me where the good places are
is there a problem is this sector
no
off it goes

turn back and unpave the roads
hex an epic poem  some kind of discharge
a throne that you forged from
gold and diamonds and plastic bangles
and crow feathers and infinity rings

hex it through glory
total and utter glory
your huge red/black hair reaching and touching the upper echelons
pagan understanding and all types of weird singing
some woman in a mint silk pantsuit so happy with
a penis between her legs and the next shucking it off
able to do exactly as is necessary

wind batters the tall insane skyscrapers
glowering hungry sky    very unusual
that metallic taste in your mouth
it’s changing                         you see

 

 

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“/penis hex/” is from  Savage (Clinic Press, 2017).