ExPo #8.1: Formal Feelings: Villanelle

Retronormativity

The 1950s end for you in Eden
and end again under impressive tits.
This is a favorite clichéd history of reading,

and is, as well, the failure of our every meeting—
why I feel like such shit
when you claim the 1950s end for me in Eden.

Is this where all those words were leading?
You burn a match you claimed was never lit.
This is a favorite clichéd history of reading:

"a couple so in touch they don't need meaning."
I want to whittle down these words until they split.
The 1950s end for some in Eden.

Enough! To hell with all your dreaming!
It's as if you did not know that I could exit
your favorite clichéd history of reading.

I'm sorry if you find this all misleading.
Words spark beyond their surface blitz.
The 1950s end for you in Eden.
This is a favorite clichéd history of reading.

Joanna Fuhrman, "Self-Stable Blues," Ugh Ugh Ocean (2005). See: review by Jordan Davis.