You bite into an orange and it plays Beatles songs
all the sad ones
You can hear all the spit
in George Harrison’s mouth
there’s a hiss
You love how he loved God
the man he couldn’t have
as opposed to the women
he had endlessly
the women
you would’ve hated them too
had you been a man
beautiful
with your guitar.
You want his Jesus
not some loser’s Jesus
weird nectar
guy in the park
It’s tantric
rock is
sweetly begging
by the water.
It’s like auditioning for devotion
Let me know you
Let me know you
Is it the flesh of god
or your own mouth
waiting like women
around your teeth
wish for entry
wish not to be a bastard
wish for the weird rainbow
the cliff
Let me know you
Let me know you
Let me in
Leopoldine Core was born and raised in Manhattan. Her poems and fiction have appeared in Apology, Open City, Joyland, The Brooklyn Rail, Big Lucks and elsewhere. Her chapbook “Young Friend” was published by Perfect Lovers Press. Her first full-length book is forthcoming from Coconut Books.
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