The Four Seasons

By Ariana Reines Ariana Reines
Eight stars make
A soft solfege
Above this motel
Where there are never
I let a skinny man
Put his long thick dick in me for you
So we could break our hearts
The way you want me to. Somewhere a white
Wall stretches up behind the backs of a tribe
Whose obscurity protects its secret from the common
World and the connivances it ordains.
What time is it. What season is it.
I don’t know.
The moon blows green
Gas into my skull
I want to hide what I dream
In a big boot, and wear the boot
And starve as I lean upon the boot of my destitution
And drag
The truth as a gimp would drag the weight of her body.
That would give me a feeling of honesty.

Ariana Reines, “The Four Seasons” from Mercury, published by Fence Books. Copyright © 2011 by Ariana Reines. Reprinted by permission of Ariana Reines.

Source: Mercury (Fence Books, 2011)

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Poet Ariana Reines

POET’S REGION U.S., Mid-Atlantic

Subjects Living, The Body, Love, Desire, Realistic & Complicated

Poetic Terms Couplet, Free Verse

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Born in Salem, Massachusetts, poet, playwright, and translator Ariana Reines earned a BA from Barnard College, and completed graduate work at both Columbia University and the European Graduate School, where she studied literature, performance, and philosophy. Her books of poetry include The Cow (2006), which won the Alberta Prize from Fence Books; Coeur de Lion (2007); and Mercury (2011). Her poems have been anthologized in . . .

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SUBJECT Living, The Body, Love, Desire, Realistic & Complicated

POET’S REGION U.S., Mid-Atlantic

Poetic Terms Couplet, Free Verse

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