Two Poems
JoAnna Novak
PLENTY BY THE GLASS
for E.
How red the calves of the brocade man
driving a stake in the Plaza de Toros,
his glamorous foot, his leather toe box
becoming part of the ornament
as you must in a gilt country, French
horns, curling poppies, gate wasted
with wisteria, Mazzantini, Mazzantini.
Let’s charlar, guapa, chisme before
our skies pen this game of pelota.
The night is laid back and straight
pinxtos, straps slid down and still
spangled, sensitive, exquisite sex
will move us to a street called Temptations.
Like red leather at tapas, Commodores
coronetted and Supremes en tambourine,
ham hung from rafters, a candlelit lover
green in fatigues holds your mouth so–
I will turn a page for you, right
the city. Proof. Yes riverside architecture
silver in the night, better than shadows
from stunned clouds. I open a guava,
you cross Estella’s medieval bridge.
I towel my hair, you adopt a beret.
Bayonne steeples, cemetery peepholes, angels
peeking like girls. The landscape slopes.
Estella la Bella butters her palm and frescoes
this Wednesday. Lanterns creep, a fleet
dignifying the hills with gray roofs. At dawn
the shearing gives you calm and socks.
I want to give you hope more than facts
but there are truths in the ancient Forest
of Irati. The quiet vine, the slender horse,
its haunches and humble hocks. We end
each slideshow with cocaine and elbows,
like good women with no history, chanting
Romanesque instead of chewing pasta.
San Sebastián, Zarautz, Hondarriba, you know
I just need to Biarritz. Another rainy emerald
road for Pilgrims. Todo el mundo toasts.
And here we acknowledge la verdad fits
inside an elbow, the small bite outweighs
the big, tapas taste better than snacks, pages
flip, fonts tilt, picnics mas divertido con feelings.
We will need lace. Chokers. Churches for party
girls. There you have it: a guide to the guide.
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SQUANDEROUS
When throwing bricks when stealing
paint when water in a spring street cup
When I take a morning and shut
the blinds and do my thing at the table
When 1536 when Anne Boleyn her Tower
of London when squander meant lives
When snapper
when albacore arguing the siren-streaked night
When burned at the stake when heresy
adulterous at least five-starred in lovers
When Münster Rebellion when Anabaptists
cages for men St. Lambert’s church
Cages like lobster traps cages like lockets
claquettes in history
When we could’ve walked pendejo
por favor cual te quieres oyé melacotón.
When baked mac and cheese when faceoff
phenomenon weight of a Monday
When it’s simple vans and tents birdsong
dodging starlight two taxicabs on Broadway
analysis paralysis
colonics in Santa Monica when your therapist
needs his job When budgeted X-Actoed
a slit in the coffee when stabbed ok big easy
When explorer when friar when second
a complete circumnavigation of the world
When Capitana when Urdaneta when tenders
take ship from sea to shore
When a word is born when a word dies
when a word bawls in the night
When piano on Sunday when baseball indoors
when scales with fingers or batteries
When the head stops twitching it’s time
to eat when miso soup or tempura
eyes fast-starved
when hallowed Friend to Native not
nihilist but nihilistic when
adjective trumps noun when maybe don’t
For good behavior hates models and Buenos
Aires was founded on Groundhog’s Day
When a ruffled skirt and bare shoulders
when shamrocks are incidental as Leap Years
the priest traced woe in palms
and the woman read nothing in the tea leaves
For even a puppet I wore a crown and stole
back a statue of my father When Manco Inca
Yupaqui when the Pilgrimage of Grace
when various aborted abbeys and arias on Sunday
and Sunday grew Monday when a bathroom
cornered the sink
When wasting is off-limits and my hobby
doesn’t justify the work when pinot noir
an eyelash on a lip when money sequins
the night it’s okay mama When it’s okay mamma
whatever it is it’s okay it’s okay stop crying
all night all night when stomping the ground
jasmine when 10 ounces
nails embrowned from basil when bacon
crisps the bar when the crown divides
When yawped a theologian engraver
I am your Classical Polish shogun
blended into nothing and frozen oil
when claro por supuesto como no
When blue
prius water bottle damp backseat
a happy hour uncoupled the summer
not yet water repairing to wine
midlife midnight when I lick your lips
take what you want Died the second
queen Spanish poet diplomat certain
public sacred vows
When haranguing the hand roll
crab crisp age dashi no uni unagi
smiled-sweet When swallowing a decade’s
pursuit when on the breathalyzer
straw When free fountain drinks
courtier versus courtesan When sourced
water comes carbonated
a spring a stream a rush when dirt
hits the floor mapped to a movie in France
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JoAnna Novak
JoAnna Novak is the author of the novel I Must Have You (Skyhorse Publishing 2017) and the book-length poem Noirmania (Inside the Castle 2018). Her work has appeared in publications including The Paris Review, The New York Times, the Washington Post, Salon, Guernica, and BOMB. She is a co-founder of the literary journal and chapbook publisher, Tammy.