jacklyn janeksela: fear the reaper
fear the reaper, no; fear my selph
the canopy of our uterus ain’t just housing babies, it’s housing whole generations
of witches & warlocks
we be the survivors of those who didn’t make it
we be the slick cells that made it past the front gate, past the guillotine, past cavities and dungeons
we be the stern that steers this here ship back to acres growing
dynasties of breads and brews, medicines and molasses, cordials and poisons
yesterday ain’t but a day you’ve named because time, like our age, is irrelevant
we comes strong with cross-dimensional travel
while those attached to flesh suits hunt our entrails hungered
the blood they spill just goes back to the source, the trees suck it up like nectar
the trees ripen embryos like snake eggs or seahorse newts
they stupid for killing us, they stupid for not killing us
fuck that phoenix shit, we are all birds and mythical as fuck
we be mushroom spores tickling your nose into a sneezing frenzy that stops your heart
we be a spiders that hatch eggs inside your cochlear and fed on your brain stem for weeks
we be wolf packs that steal your babies and chickens and wait in the wood until your alone, unarmed
tomorrow is some bullshit cause we coming for you today
cut out like rivers and other paper dolls
binary is a construct like the work ceiling, like education, like any certificate or degree ever
does my vagina earn more femininity because she’s organic
what is an organic pussy anyways, i’d love to taste one
dagger that dick because it’s a weapon against most holes that can be penetrated
the dick is a dagger, it’s a pocket knife, a butcher’s blade, a penknife, a razor blade
using it that way only means that there’s a lot of misuse and illegal activity
check points on every street corner, please
i want to claim a vagina and an aggressive sensibility and not be called bitch, bossy, or bossy bitch
i want to like girls and not be called bi or lesbian, but i’ll take queer
for we’re all some brand of strangeness
if you’re not, you’re not living to your potential
i wonder if this pussy is pretty enough for you, but what i should worry about is whether it’s pretty enough for me or
should that be enough to define me
i wonder if my binary kin would reject the pussy that wants to act like a penis, sometimes
i hump my pillow like i’m a non-me sexing a me, a me that’s without name or title or reason
a me that’s beaming with energies and
rivers
because water is so beyond binary
jacklyn janeksela is a wolf and a raven, a cluster of stars, & a direct descent of the divine feminine. jacklyn janeksela can be found @ Thought Catalog, Luna Magazine, Talking Book, Three Point Press, DumDum Magazine, Visceral Brooklyn, Anti-Heroin Chic, Public Pool, Reality Hands, Mannequin Haus, Velvet-Tail, Requited Journal, The Feminist Wire, Word For/Word, Literary Orphans, Lavender Review, & Pank. she is in a post-punk band called the velblouds. her baby @ femalefilet. more art @ artmugre & a clip. her first book, fitting a witch//hexing the stitch, will be born in 2017 (The Operating System). she is an energy. find her @ hermetic hare for herbal astrological readings.