three poems by daisy lafarge

her(barium)

I.

come on let’s make a cutting of you
a press for acid-free sheets
re: romance
I’m fastidious

a file for my interior
I am a herbarium,
palace of sky high filing cabinets

or we could preserve you
jar-bound
a spirit collection.

a sliver of you
the
silver of you.
like Pandora did
you’ll
love your lid.

you could be my favourite specimen
I’ll study you
o egg white beauty

II.

don’t think that I can’t feel you tiny,
fingering my alveoli
little tugs make me breathless
it’s better when we
breathe
less
 
 
simultaneous submission

You’re

on first name terms with your future
waving to yourself from some peak or trough
future you leaves a crumpet halfway up the ladder
+ 20 yrs: “thanks but it’s cold / I don’t eat wheat”

You’ll

wake and grow another suit
of validatory skin, insignia-
cum-cygnet, cum-totem

I’m

a newborn every day, elderly by
the time you’ve uncovered my body at
9:45 in the evening. I’ve eked out generations,

I’ll

crawl towards the midday bun, the lovers
I take today won’t know me tomorrow
although,
they might see the curve of my ass
in the eye of a passing infant

*

I lay out my vespertine pension on the trellis
count the honeysuckle whores I’ve seen your eye rest on
since 2PM

I find the locked door in your heart
only to discover you masturbating
your CV crumpled in a sweated hand

oh vitae,
vitae
sweetie,

I hang my coat on your erection
publishing the orgasm,
bookbound to your bed.

 
 
semi

woman walking past
my eyes are bitches
and want to measure
the oranges in your plastic bag
against your calves
and then mine

hey baby cows beneath our knees
no one wants your milk unless you’re skimmed

if knee caps were coloured like milk bottle tops
I’d be screwed
(and green)
semi
semi
“oi semi I’d suck on those”
she’s a tall glass of ~
what was it she used to say?
comme ci
comme ça

semi
oh

remember I told you I hated the word seminal
for men wanking the canon into existence
well there’s no gender neutral
this is not a cuminal poem
language has fucked us over again

excuse me while I sit in a cupboard
and cry wank with
Irigaray

anyway,
there are orange bottle tops now
between red and green
for the presque-svelte

*

the last time I peeled to check beneath my skin
the bottle tops were there, leaking

skimmed
 
 
Daisy Lafarge is studying and progressively moving further north. Her current record is 1184.955 miles from starting point (womb).