Adele Elise Williams | Poetry
right before my nana died i bought
her a neko case cd. nana clung to music
like a mother’s neck when her mind dipped out
and her body went to town on tunes.
nana was a fucking riot and ya know what,
i’m rioting too. i’m spending
$120 on SKIMS. i’m filing my nails
into anti-lyrics. i’m bracket-shaped and art,
snatched all over, a field
all skinny-fat and assed.
think about anything possible,
then put impulse on it. that’s your field.
when nana died i was absent like bunnies.
i was losing somewhere spangled, throwing
it all away for trouble, for thirsty allure.
i posted queries on reddit. i slathered
my face-leather in hyaluronic acid,
in aloe. i drank drink. i squatted. i sunned.
OH fields, let’s consider frost. think birches.
think snow-roads. think desert places.
OH frost and your filthy woodpile, your murderous
shovel, taking all the fields for your own
what about hans solo and his sci-fi field?
how about rick flair’s meadow-spectacle (wooh!)?
tom hardy all grassland and thick-dicked—
men on men in fields in fields in fields on men.
what about how i’m attracted to toxic masculinity?
how i want a mean man to lose me in his acreage?
OH we’re in territory now. we’re risky
and it gets so much riskier. it gets brown butter,
it goes tightrope. well you should know
that nana never even opened the cd,
that nana remembered me tilled
when she died, remembered me pasture,
if at all.
Adele Elise Williams is a writer, editor and educator pursuing her PhD in Literature and Creative Writing at University of Houston. Adele is the winner of the 2019 Emily Morrison Poetry Prize and 2022 Inprint Donald Barthelme Prize for Poetry as well as the recipient of fellowships from UCROSS, Inprint, and Hindman Settlement School. Her work can be found or is forthcoming in Gulf Coast, The Florida Review, Guernica, Cream City Review, Split Lip, The Adroit Journal, Quarterly West, Beloit Poetry Journal, and elsewhere. Her current goings-on can be found at adeleelisewilliams.com.Featured Image by Jan Huber