Luciernagas by july westhale

the night i crawled
to the street called
Lightening Bugs i was slit
gutted from gill to hairline
with
my tresses angled bettie paige in a fix
the inside of my skin holding tight
to the last of my
laundry money
with cravings for boiled peanuts

"R.I.P. ~ Betty Page" (sic) (photo by Flickr user Amayzun)

there was no
game of soccer nor street poetry reading
nor publication close at hand
to catch me drop line
and sinker
only the bars of snips in the
cotton of ownership
scalped
to a bracelet petulant lures with
drooping plastic fish and
double
hooks.

july westhale is a poet and activist with a weakness for botany and hot air balloons. in 2004 she won the Out! Redwood Lesbian Rainbow Literary Award for Prose and was published in College of the Redwoods’ literary journal, Poets and Writers. In August 2010, she was invited to participate in and publish with InterDisciplinary’s International Conference on Performance Theory in Prague with her article “Entrails and the Bedroom: Sexual and Geographical Borderlands in Queer Bodies.” Her poetry has been published by Spork Literary Press (November 2010), Bitch You Left Me, and Tule Press. Her fiction has been published in Full of Crow (January, 2011). She is a graduate of Mills College and is currently working on her MFA in Creative Writing at California College of the Arts. She lives and writes in an attic in Alameda with her two cats, z and blue.