Flesh Suit
a new poem
Frederick Seidel is my favorite living poet. We live in the same neighborhood though I know I’ll never meet him because I don’t think either of us really go out around here. I’ve been reading this biography of Oscar Wilde by Matthew Sturgis published by Knopf in 2018. Someone at Solidcore recently quoted him without even knowing. This is my favorite kind of literary reference. After the one that naturally ends up on the internet or a t-shirt sold for an obscene amount by a designer who’s probably never finished the book it’s from. The poem below is new and has nothing to do with this. Or maybe it does. The influence Britney Spears has had on my work is something I never read in reviews of my work. That’s a pity. Hence the obvious nod to her in lines 5-6, which I also see as kin to “he hit me and it felt like a kiss.” Irony should be taken seriously and everything writers tell you in earnest should not be believed. Good morning and good luck in your flesh suits today.
— Alex (and Andy Warhol, my stuffed lamb)
