The One in Which Jane Fonda Falls in Love
with a Horse
Gina’s apartment, 36 Grove.
Matter eaten by black holes. O but Lance is here
and the poets and provocateurs.
I’m juggling a lot en route to beautiful plans.
We’re talking beer matches and book clubs
river dips in Berlin, why straight guys
are bad at gossiping.
Gina cooks something bitter and Bengali.
She likes movies
with swords and kissing.
It’s her house style
like a boyfriend on a watchlist.
I wept in earnest
when I stuck gum on her new sofa
translating the universe
on canvas
because all my friends are dead
just like in that song
by the poet who liked basketball.
You look stunning, now go out there
and save America
because when you pop your clogs
it’s like that movie
the one is which Jane Fonda
falls in love with a horse
and the horse is possessed by the spirit of her cousin
who’s played by her brother
Peter, in real life.
She even serenades the horse with a lute.
Baby, in this hot smudgy weather
I could fall down at the drop of a feather.
Noli me tangere
noli me tangere, Jane.
Damon Hubbs is the poetry editor at Blood+Honey and The Argyle Magazine. He’s the author of the full-length collection Venus at the Arms Fair (Alien Buddha Press, 2024). Recent publications include Expat Press, RESURRECTION Mag, RIC Journal, The Disappointed Housewife, Hobart, Apocalypse Confidential, Horror Sleaze Trash, and others. He lives in New England.
