for poetry,
I can’t give you poetry—I’m
not one of those poets
writing for four hour periods
each morning with
french-pressed coffee

I can’t give you
that will always make sense
and fall into each other with perfect
commas and

I spit these out like juicyfruit—
and they always lose their taste until
ten years later when I can look at them
as sweet children—but that
doesn’t mean
you can ask me for poetry
because it never was
never for you.

Image credit:Surian Soosay

Jess Kangas is a strawberry siren poet raised outside NYC. She lived in upstate NY for years and has now relocated down South to teach high school English in North Carolina. She has been featured on PoetryCircle, and Califragile. Her poetry focuses on love, heartbreak, sex, and the strange. She works in stream of consciousness. Her poetry is rich in sound, structure and secrets.