Syd Zolf

HOT, HAIRY, AND HORNY

What aids a face all bubkles and
whelks and knobs and flames
o’ fire, vaginal sense, wounded

States of skin another nervous im-
beautiful tell between the tufts—
liver people are never normal

I’m been tickling wildness like
other girl dogs, spineless sebaceous
things as slobby sensation

No glands may be aroused, river
feeling across antennae, smell
their waiting

Sexual alopecia, sexual fecundation, sexual
repressed gonna evil another
social force walling stimulation

Membrane of soldiers against ticklish
menopause, close lips, palpations
wrote me in the curve

Pick no ashes of the unaesthetic
tumescent murmur, skin
a ram desire

OVEREXCITED BUCKLES SOFTENING

new sensual grabbing, so naughty
because the child part could say laughter

people expected one canvas for the I
some cocky swell of apparatus

wasp daydreams to male with happy wrist
up the castration the threats become fantasy

chap-fetish scripts excite us
mythological lightness of little power

life is splitting, inculcate the joke
finger your I to distortion

wonder body giggling control
pulling cunts, aphoristic puppet leg

images of discharge paintings
a perverse girl getting surmounted

garmenting other kisses, buttery
surfaces spurting life intensely

that desire is totally penis
revenging your wintry clitoral form

when that oedipal blue foam winds
your autonomous trip slips, spits

(Janey somehow orgasms, half trauma
while with fine later goats you forth abyss

THE ONLY SOAP THAT PREVENTS PIMPLES

In my emotion rubble he became
a prolonged gun, changed glands—
wild dream of monopoly

We kiss then perversion, leather
lack under legal piss, that’s how
I channel my erogenic garbage

Tears tongue normal weaky want,
ambiguous fetters check for his
snowpart walk, the no doing orifice

Yr a hanging phrase, relation
forgotten like frontier or the despised
kid, lovers shuddering

From cock and partial cleaning
the whole ladyman show, T called it
nephew of my mind birds

But puberty concealed third body
in special heist, my baldness, my rich
hairy pimples, my sentinel biting

Sets must be beautiful, skin
stupid, tactile animals repel the
skinny to your menses

So be the process, flesh gonna
sway you, float a modem into
we, yr pirate vestiges

Syd Zolf’s most recent books are No One’s Witness: A Monstrous Poetics (Duke UP, 2021) and a selected poetry, Social Poesis (WLU Press, 2019). Zolf’s sixth book of poetry, Neutrøis, will be published by Coach House Books in early 2027. They live and teach in Philly.