By. Jessica Hincapie
Dionysus! What is on your record player tonight? Turn up
ABBA’s greatest hits and call me Chiquitita one more time.
The night is young and we are ancient
history, but dammit if you don’t throw the wildest parties.
All the columns choking on vines. Wisteria
fronding from the lamp lights. And I, wishing I’d worn
the dress you gave me at the beginning when the sex was still
effeminate. The dress with the cape made of migrating starlings.
Masterpiece of murmurations. No matter,
I prefer this prison jumpsuit. Gauche orange
like a Halloween pumpkin. Oh! You should know by now
how much better I carry my body when it is a trashcan fire.
Dionysus! Remember our first time? You came
in the back of your father’s classic Panther West Wind. Now
other people’s tongues pulse in your mouth.
Now sirens from the downtown precinct. But not before,
Dionysus! Show us that party trick you do so well.
The one where you pluck out your own femur and make
WOMAN. The one where that WOMAN uses magic
to ensure that her soccer team wins the World Cup.
Dionysus! Sneak us onto the edge of the River Styx. See
which one of us skinny-dips into the deep end first.
I’m betting it’s me who wakes up in your bed again after six
too many red wines. I’ve never been good with endings
or perhaps it’s hard to leave behind a place where no one knows
what you look like naked. And weren’t we once acquainted with
each other’s morning-after tics? How I prefer the smell
of citrus to coffee. How you only ever have human hearts
to offer. Plump and halved like papayas. The kind where a
single bite shows you your own death. The kind where
if you tilt one just so, it will catch the light and turn into copper. A
penny you can throw at a fast-moving train.
Jessica Hincapie is a writer and teacher living in Austin. She received her MFA in poetry from the University of Texas and is currently the Program Director at The Writing Barn, a writing workshop and retreat space in South Austin. You can find her work in The Indiana Review, Ruminate Magazine, Four Way Review, and elsewhere.
Originally appeared in NOR 26.