And the sky's the limit - oil on birch panel - by Jenny Johnson
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Once upon a time her cheeks were Popsicle red and the leather a licorice twist.
Once upon a time she swung you like a cub by your scruff.
Once upon a time clamped nipples like twin satellites.
Once upon a time whatever she strapped on turned into a swan.
Bent over in studded chaps, she could be anyone:
The next door neighbor, a hockey mom, a public defender,
the bank teller with those long lashes.
- “Folsom Street Fairytale,” by Jenny Johnson
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She's a transbian.
And Candace is her transition goals.
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I kiss my hand to the male bonobos making out in public
in spite of Western science
trying to explain away The glorious kink
of spinner dolphins’ whistle-clicks
over-under rolling, belly-on-belly clasping by the soft tips
of flukes, riding dorsal rudders to the brink
I am inspired, call my girlfriend, say: Won’t you be my Olympic marmot
chewing on my ear till I lift my tail?
My black-billed magpie babble-signing to my begging call?
My lioness, growl, thrust, roll on backs afterward?
Squeaky as killer whales
We could keep contact relentless before
the next sequence, diving deep in a reversed-role
double-helix formation, splashing swagger
to reveal the length of our pink organs...
...Or Love
we could pretend to be utter strangers!
-from “Dappled Things” in In Full Velvet, Jenny Johnson
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Summoning the Body That Is Mine When I Shut My Eyes
Come second heartbeat sounding in the breast
Come prismatic light dissembling
Come familiar spirit Come bare-chested in the weeds
Come private imposter Come hidden ballast
Come sudden departures Come stress without shape
Because belief is odd Come swaggering answer
Come invisible ink Come beatific scrawl
Come as squirrels are climbing backwards
Come as dogwood blossoms come apart
Come strumming an unspeakable power ballad
Through a torrent of rain with cheeks flushed scarlet
Come down the rusty metal slide
Come belted kingfisher flapping
Come lavender asters wheeling
Come loose, a sapling lengthening
Come honeysuckle Come glistening
Jenny Johnson ~ In full velvet
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Okay gang; who’s your favorite?
EDIT: Sorry all; forgot to add Doofenshmirtz and Perry to the poll and now I can’t edit the poll. Feel free to comment with their names and/or reblog this and add them.
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Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, oil painting, by Jenny Johnson
30th Anniversary (of Star Trek: DS9)
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