we first must go through ocean



that was almost it, i say
squeaking to another small death
my toes don’t stiffen like they used to, i worry
could i be further from Baudelaire’s breakfast than i thought
the pinch, how i wish for a virgin stitch
coil the clit and bring her back home
what small eyes, what small teeth, someone talks
about my vagina in these terms
clamp down harder, push with all your might
this is no ordinary birth, i’m pushing all the way for
immaculate ejaculation here
emasculated the once thriving thigh bone
it takes so much work and rhythm, a book of shadows
when the head comes forth, oh does she come forth
with the force of atheist armies, with the delicate
button of a youthful cum



the death cup

falling or have fallen but not fell
it’s continuous, no one knows when it started
this plummet, the fruit in mid-drop, suspended
riding a wave of some sad girl’s love & unlove song
the pattern of her wrinkles lead
down and further down, a down so below
we first must go through ocean

and the sad girl is there, twirling about, it looks
like dancing, but isn’t
the hook unhooked and yet hooking
the plunge still pulling
she never resists, interlocking hands
remind her of sewing and soil and saviors

the droplet in the goblet is she, distillation
they call it, the way we can rise and fall
a million times over and never ever leave
the death cup



jacklyn janeksela is a wolf and a raven, a cluster of stars, & a direct descent of the divine feminine. she can be found @ Thought CatalogLuna Luna,  DumDumAnti-Heroin ChicPankSplit Lip, LandfillYes PoetryfeelingsHeavy FeatherThe Opiate, PotluckVending Machine Press, EntropyA Shadow Map (CCM) &  Rooted anthology (Outpost 19); & elsewhere. she is in a post-punk band called the velblouds. her baby @ femalefilet. her chapbook fitting a witch // hexing the stitch forthcoming (The Operating System, 2017). she is an energy. find her @ hermetic hare for herbal astrology readings.