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“Commerce (from Fingerling Lakes)”

Commerce (from Fingerling Lakes)

 

Mom’s paying me
in cinnamon rolls

to help her at
the Bake Sale

in the Church’s milky
cinderblock basement

She’s got on
her Fuck You pearls

which she fingers
like a necklace

of fertilized skulls

as she narrates

each mother
who simpers at us and says

she really shouldn’t

That’s Shelly Greer
who used to

call me a cloven beast
in 9th grade

Meg Bowden was
the Treasurer for

The Black Goat
of the Woods

Ladies’ Auxiliary

until certain       irregularities
were discovered

in the books

She nods at a peroxide specimen
who palpates her collarbones

as if they’re broken

Deb Unger had to be restrained
from eating makeup

when she was pregnant

And Kelly Stivers
nervously warned me

that her daughter’s baby might

not be
as she said

strictly Caucasian

I stifle my giggles

Mom you have enough dope
to take down half

the town

She’s suddenly stern

Listen now

Midwives have to maintain
operational security

There’s no other choice
when you get that close

to a vagina
in a professional capacity

The Whisper Network

is nothing but
mutually assured destruction

A lot of female friendships too

Which you’ll find out
if my private satisfactions

become public

 

Contributor
Simeon Berry

Simeon Berry is the author of Ampersand Revisited (National Poetry Series, Fence Books, 2015) and Monograph (NPS, Georgia, 2015). He has served as Associate Editor for Ploughshares and was awarded a Massachusetts Cultural Council Individual Artist Grant. His work has appeared in AGNI, Blackbird, DIAGRAM, The Iowa Review, and many other journals.

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