There’s a 19 car pile up on Vasquez Rocks.
You’re late. This would be a good excuse.
I want to grind that thought out like your cigarette.
Drive right over it.
You were dead to me the first time
I found motel matches
in your pocket.
You brought me off-ramp roses.
Your fingers smelled like someone else.
When the traffic doesn’t move
when I’m lost again in Pasadena
and my pussy dampens,
I think of fellating you on the freeway
to pass the time.
Is that what you’re thinking of?
From the 10 to the 210 to the 134.
Take the Pearblossom Highway.
Make a smooth transition.
Tell me exactly how it’s going down and
I’ll write that poem.
The one where you’re supposed to
be on time, and I’m supposed to care.
© Alexis Rhone Fancher. First published in ragazine, 2015.
The First Time I Gave Cousin Lisa An Orgasm
We’d been playing doctor for months by then,
her huge breasts a magnet, her soft mons
a refuge from my impending adolescence. Some
nights, unable to dream, I’d touch myself like Lisa,
replay the us, hidden between twin beds in her pink,
frou frou bedroom, my aunt across the hall, making dinner,
the door half open, my fingers three thick in her daughter’s
pussy, the pinpoint of Lisa’s nipple stuffed in my mouth.
I’d suck. She’d moan. I’d explore. She’d explode.
It was the most powerful I’d ever be.
The first time I made cousin Lisa come
we looked into each other’s aloneness; the boys
who didn’t want us yet, the girls who shunned us
like they saw something we didn’t.
When I let myself remember, here’s what I see:
me: on my knees, between the beds,
the bounty of Lisa spread before me
like a feast, her steady rocking against my wrist
a sharp pleasure, the rug burn that my knees endured
a penance, prepaid.
© Alexis Rhone Fancher. First published in Bloom, 2015
Los Angeles poet, Alexis Rhone Fancher, is the author of How I Lost My Virginity to Michael Cohen and other heart stab poems, (2014), State of Grace: The Joshua Elegies, (2015), and Enter Here (forthcoming in 2017). She is published in Best American Poetry 2016, Rattle, Slipstream, Rust+Moth, streetcake, Hobart, Cleaver, Public Pool, H_NGM_N, Fjords Review, The MacGuffin, Poetry East, and elsewhere. Her photographs are published worldwide. A multiple Pushcart Prize and Best of The Net nominee, Alexis is poetry editor of Cultural Weekly, where she also publishes a monthly photo essay, “The Poet’s Eye,” about her on-going love affair with Los Angeles. Find her at: www.alexisrhonefancher.com