Zombinfatuation

A short, spooky, horny little poem.

I was very happy for the opportunity to stretch my comfort zone and hop on stage at Wake the Dead last week to share some of my poetry at the publication party for the 10th issue of San Marcos’ community poetry zine When the River Speaks.

Performing my written poetry is easily the most vulnerable I feel when sharing any of my various artistic offerings. They are the most blatantly me creations I make! There is nothing about them that is anything besides what I think is good and what I feel best delivers the sentiment I am after delivering. Sentiments purely from my heart and soul and mind and fingers and tongue… not to do with anything else but me.

Everything else I create with so much else also in mind… the space, the medium, the audience, their experience…

But to perform my poetry? That’s just… me.
What a gift it was to share.

I chose a few that all have a bit of a spooky, seasonal theme to them. Here is one, made for my lover Alan, while I sat on a plane next to him, trying to keep my focus on my journal…

Zombinfatuation

My mouth waters with you
	                                    	Your tender licks hover in memory

like eye-floaters
fuzzy little phantoms
mesmerizing me into the hypnosis of a
wanton zombie

I want to eat your brain… s
both of them!
All at once.

My slow, steady approach fumbles as societal norms demand
etiquette and
keeping my mouth
off of your business

Maybe the apocalypse will be alright
if in the end, I get a huge, warm bite

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I hope you are having an enriching, hallowed season of potent endings and beginnings as we put Summer to rest and enact the festivities of Fall. The weather has gotten crisp here in San Marcos, Texas, and it feels so vibrant, fresh, and enlivening. I am enthused for all that is and all that will be. It’s been quite a squiggly year, and suddenly, things are feeling very at ease. Not that they are, but they do feel that way. And my, doesn’t that feel nice.

A hui ho,

Julia