Three Poems from Mons Pubis

Below are three poems from Willis Plummer’s forthcoming chapbook Mons Pubis, published in the U.S. by Stupendous Books.

Andrew mists a block of sod
Obligatorily the artist is present
Everyone sweats windowless
The factory is windowless
I don’t sweat in open-toed shoes
My cat vomits on the towel
That stands in for a bath mat
Five AM again in Eco-mode
The AC in Eco-mode
Shifts in and out of gear
Alcohol will do that at Six AM
Alarm clock type beat
Dry soles suddenly in focus
With a pause I’m thinking
About my dry feet
Enamel recedes daily
With lack of intention
These teeth get coarser
These teeth get
Increasingly coarse

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Decent jazz jam lunchtime chatter
Is it a bed or a mattress
What kind of asshole
Moves two miles away from a bus stop
Beautiful Tupperware spooner
Gifted meal replacement
Biodegradable fork in pocket
Golden dog with ombré fade
Evil notions overtake us all
My ripped shorts intentional
To everyone’s disbelief
Tomorrow I can quit my job

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Biking to see you
Obstacles demarcated by unmatched traffic cones
A tree felled in the street
My headlight strobing gently
All my happiness is gone in headphones
A sidewalk torn up and not replaced
To be so alive and so close to death