Jeffrey McDaniel

Jeffrey McDaniel

  THE CUCKOLD EXPLORES THE SUBJUNCTIVE     If I were a flag, I’d be Japan: the white of surrender with a red throb in the...
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Jeffrey McDaniel

Here she is, master, your little child. See how her head slopes back, neck arched, as if frozen in prayer, hair spilling out of her skull in thick, amber waves, as wisdom’s venom courses through her.

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Jeffrey McDaniel

I read you // thirteen year-old girl pinned down by your friend’s / nineteen year-old brother in a basement and excavated / as your favorite Crosby, Stills and Nash song / plays cruelly over the speakers. I read you housewife / with a crushed starfish in your belly

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