after Joseph Beuys
Bazil Frueh
(No I didn’t know
I wish I had
But I don’t)
Sex as performance:
Ass up,
Hind legs splayed out
Everything’s red—
I see stripes
As a worn hand
Pushes me closer
To the betsy ross
Bed spread,
Reminding me
How big a country
Can be.
Sex as endurance:
He comes
And folds
Into me
My age meets hair
& I lie
When asked
Even after
We’re done playing
Our own kind
Of george washington
And
Cherry tree.
Sex as worship:
Bent in prayer,
I dream my come-
To-jesus moment
To be with a man
Forty years my senior,
Beer-bellied,
Gun-toting,
An uncle sam
Impersonator
(I WANT YOU)
A televangelist
Bigot
Who burns me
So good,
Yet still
I want to
Bear his
Children,
All who look
like me.
Bazil Frueh is a sophomore journalism and art history student and devout member of Helicon’s poetry staff. In his free time, he enjoys listening to Katy Perry deep cuts and practicing for Survivor.
