When Chris Peebles and BLENKO represented The Korner at Portland Zine Symposium last month, they had the good fortune to meet many fascinating artists and craftspeople from a wide diversity of backgrounds and practices. Among them was Roger August Wilcox, one of the luminaries of Stumptown's flourishing poetry scene. Roger was kind enough to let us share a poem from his forthcoming chapbook The River Fuckers, available through Snuffbox Press. Here goes:
"Intimacy Zoo"
I stand in the shower
the water is made of snakes
they puncture my epidermis
their venom courses
through my veins
pumped indifferently
by the engraved flask you gave me for a heart
it says "it's whiskey o'clock, you're buying."
It rained all week in my bed
the sheets are damp sand dunes
nobody wants to climb them
I collect a clump of the fine grains
press it in my palm
it becomes a text message from you or an elephant
I can't remember
you always said I'd make a shitty elephant
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