October 1, 2014

Sophia Le Fraga, “one-way glass”

Posted on 20. Jun, 2012 by in Poetry Spotlight

This week, Sophia Le Fraga takes Adrienne Rich at her word and “diagram[s] the sentence”.

one-way glass:
a poem in the post-post-confessional mode

SO I have been
reading a lot of
sex poems lately
that have made me
start thinking I should
write my own some
time like this one
poet reminds
us that period blood
is something sexy
and when a man
eats you out and
you’re bleeding it
is so hot you can’t
just not write a
poem about it

this morning I woke up with
thirty minutes to spare
instead of five and like every
morning first I entered
the bathroom to pee
then realized like every
morning that there was
barely any toothpaste left
so I spiraled the tube
on top of itself and squirted
out a little toothpaste
turd and like every day
forgot to buy more Colgate

then I went to the labs
where a doctor and I stick
people into brain machines
and tie them up to beds where
they can’t move except I’m
not whipping them but zapping
their little neurons every four
seconds which honestly is
just as sexy

I went to my class
and copied Fitterman’s lines
on the whiteboard and my
professor another doctor of
words said derive it so I did:

 

 

 

+If we had been walking that way,
we would have ended up over there.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
it took me fifteen minutes
and eight tries which is too
many and too slow I think
everyone in my class could have
done it faster I derive and can’t
stop thinking about my teachers
I follow them the way Tom Cruise
follows L. Ron Hubbard like it’s a
scary thing to do but might be
scarier not to do it
I have no teacher but I wonder
what makes my teacher sad
maybe I just don’t know him

walking home head
down hand grazing wire
fence cut my index finger
so deep I can’t stop bleeding
remember the most efficient
way to absorb alcohol is
through the bloodstream
plunge my finger deep inside
a bottle of Svedka
then my band-aid
then the bandage I wrap around
to keep the band-aid still
I sit at the lesbian bar on
my corner thinking of phrase
trees and can’t get the voice of
Dexter to stop narrating every
thing I’m doing like
THENNN SHE PUT
THE BEER DOWN although I’m
really just approximating since
I’ve only seen Dexter
once and I was really stoned
off a personal joint so
frankly can’t say I really remember

then I saw a girl whose
unwashed hair caught a purple
light that called me toward
her and I fucked her from two to six
against white walls my finger
underlining features my
blood drawing shapes like microphones

when I said I was going to wash
my face but really left
her the walk home was brisk
and the cold on my face felt
brittle I remember the walks I
took back in my freshman year my
armpits sweaty and clothes sometimes
spotted in period blood like the time I
walked in my sleep and pissed on Dana’s
dead animal rug and I think I
said I love you
and I know
she didn’t say it back
and I remember deciding in the
future to forget that part

the walk was long so I listened to
the Magnetic Fields song I had
just downloaded remembering that the
only purpose of my writing is to have
something to type or scan and I would
almost rather be the animal
rug lying on the floor
getting pissed on

——

New York-based SOPHIA LE FRAGA finished her B.A. in Linguistics and Poetry at New York University. Her work has appeared in Yes PoetryQuantum Poetry; Paperblög; A Clean, Well-Lighted Place; The Copperfield Review; The Broome Street Review and Lemon Hound; and was exhibited at the Brooklyn Museum, the Corcoran Gallery, and in 2011, throughout Berlin. A book of erasures, Song of Me and Myself, is forthcoming.

To submit your work for publication on LambdaLiterary.org, please see our Call for Submissions page.

Tags: , , , , , , , ,

3 Responses to “Sophia Le Fraga, “one-way glass””

  1. Jameson Fitzpatrick 20 June 2012 at 1:18 PM #

    Love this poem? Email the author at slefraga@gmail.com or tweet her @badideasophia to have her write you a poem of your very own for her next chapbook project.

    • AintNuthinGonna 17 August 2012 at 1:11 AM #

      Is it okay to post a comment if I didn’t love this pome? This poem was pretty meandering and read like a disjointed journal entry. She writes the “only purpose of my writing is to have / something to type or scan”. Certainly seems so. Her use of enjambment actually works against the occasional good phrase and gives rise to some of that “disjointed” feel. I can hear it now, though: But I was going for “disjointed” or “irony” or whatevuh. A phrase tree, huh? That’s one way to certainly kill any momentum in a poem. And note to editor: A reference to Dexter is NOT a pop reference with a lot of chutzpah.


Trackbacks/Pingbacks

  1. Post-Post-Confessional « Jameson Fitzpatrick - June 20, 2012

    [...] week, we’re featuring “one-way glass: a poem in the post-post-confessional mode” by Sophia Le Fraga in Lambda Literary Review‘s Poetry Spotlight. It has a phrase tree in [...]

Leave a Reply

Please fill the required box or you can’t comment at all. Please use kind words. Your e-mail address will not be published.

Gravatar is supported.

You can use these HTML tags and attributes: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <strike> <strong>