How To Celebrate Cheaply
Pour wine into a thimble and cheers.
Dusty lasagna. Glitter cheese. Birthday cake.
Economy of intimacy means an open bar
and poorly translated sex talk.
Sex as landscape, lover as terrain.
Economy of love means you go to work
with cum stains on your jumpsuit
and I'm writing this on the back of a paycheck
Rationed intimacy means vegan foreplay
and no, I'll sleep at your place tonight, salud.
Looking for the party, we kiss
by the entrance to the home for the criminally insane.
We spin our wheels in derelict tenement pop-up galleries.
We say this place must cost a fortune. We whisper
free-range, cruelty-free sweet nothings, happy birthday.
I use your body to remind myself of mine.
I fall asleep hungry
and wake with sugar in my mouth.
A Case for Makeup
I have walked into rooms bare-faced
And bled capillaries onto wooden pulpits.
I have confessed
And torn tendons
Into burning roses
Watching it ash from a dark balcony.
My acne scars told you the truth.
And when that was not enough
I drank the saliva
Evaporating from my tongue
And told lies so divine
Your ears burned.
I cried on the steps of the cathedral
While you screamed the truth
Shall set you free. Yes.
Naked skin will disenthrall you.
The truth shall throw you into the night
Genuflecting for a self to wear.
Jack Meriwether is a writer and performer from Ohio, currently living and working in New York City. Their writing has most recently been featured in Leste Magazine, Dum Dum Zine, and The Dandelion Review. Jack's writing explores queer identity and desire, which they incorporate into their movement-based performance work. See more of Jack's work at jackmeriwether.com.