Friday the November 13^th 2020

it’s true I may / not fully lax ’til / that body has stepped / down. the horror / film teaches to not / trust the killer is dead / and that a previous / vic or tim could fling lifeless into the way. / prefer to scram than scream but / this is a neither / situation: waiting for the pee oneself resident / with the blood of two-hundred-thousand / to leave camp.

Vanessa Couto Johnson (she/they) is the author of the full-length prose poetry book Pungent dins concentric (Tolsun Books, 2018) and three poetry chapbooks. Dialogist, Foundry, Thrush, TERSE. Journal, and others have published their poems, and their creative nonfiction appears in The Account and FEED. A Brazilian born in Texas (dual citizen) and a powerlifter, VCJ has taught at Texas State University since 2014. 

A Song for Vanessa