written by Jamie Townsend
Someday I will be
a sad old man crying to Frankie Avalon
Someday mid aria I’ll snap out of this trance
Someday I’ll find the right dose
Someday I’ll eat the placenta
Someday I’ll start bleeding
Someday I’ll stop having sex altogether
Someday I’ll be swept off my feet
Someday this dress will actually fit
Someday I’ll be an independent woman crying to Dolly Parton
Someday I’ll have my cake and eat it too
Someday my ass will lose its definition
Someday I will be a child again crying myself to sleep
Someday this cup will overflow
Someday my breasts will swell
Someday my cock will wither into dust
Someday I’ll stop growing
Someday I’ll have a real fur coat
Someday bacteria will eat me from the inside out
Someday I’ll meet my long lost twin
Someday we’ll trade places
Someday this romance will be mythic
Someday I’ll be Dennis Cooper
Someday I’ll be Britt Marling
Someday The Bastard will pale in comparison
Someday everyone I know will be gone
Someday Euphoria will win everything
Someday I will be a heart knowing what it wants
Jamie Townsend is a genderqueer poet and editor living in Oakland. They are half-responsible for Elderly, a publishing experiment and hub of ebullience and disgust. They are the author of several chapbooks including, most recently, “Pyramid Song” (above/ground press, 2018), as well as the full-length collection Shade (Elis Press, 2015). An essay on the history and influence of the literary magazine Soup was published in The Bigness of Things: New Narrative and Visual Culture (Wolfman Books, 2017). They are the editor of ‘Beautiful Aliens: A Steve Abbott Reader’ (Nightboat, 2019) and ‘Libertines in the Ante-Room of Love: Poets on Punk’ (Jet Tone, 2019).
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