Street Dog // Prayer

Street Dog 

My body is something I toss

into time & the sand 

climbs upwards. 

Sidewalks overlap themselves

with every direction 

I can walk away in. 

The barstools spin bodies

off like vinyls, there is room

for me to stay & wet 

my tongue on gin & tonic.

If there is a bedroom, then

in it, Springsteen makes me

question my place of birth

by repetition: 

I dream again, of your hands 

as neutered, like a dog. 

There is no bone 

to dig out 

of your khaki pants. 

I wonder if rebirth is still enough

of a spiritual experience, if grief

becomes your mother. 

The way even she asks, 

where did your body go? 

makes her the greenest grass I could find.


Prayer 

If I fucked you 

under the low 

metal light shades 

above the kitchen table, after 

my 4 am meal, 

I wonder what God would think—

God only being my mother: 

I’m wondering what she would think

about me eating at night. 

The starving doesn’t work anymore—

Lithium has left me wide-mouthed for miles.

If it’s the prayer 

that makes Gods 

out of holy things, then let me pray you

into something I believe in. Make you 

a golden stallion with my mouth—

my teeth never looked so good 

biting into anything. 

We could be our own missionaries,

open our bodies like bibles. 

Bend your palms 

like knees into the hollow 

promise of my collar—my throat 

is so inexperienced in speaking 

of a future, it’s just another sweet 

spot for you to touch. 

What do I have to do, 

to make this a good life 

and less of a choice?

I got my hair bleached: spent a good hundred

bucks to walk on the water 

of my own eyes and say: 

she’d get some

To riot a day 

where there is none. 

I am hours of youth, 

I am bright lights and unforgiving 

face shape. 

But I am in my body, 

I am sex and hunger and kneeling 

at the feet of night. 

Don’t come for me, don’t come.

Nadine Klassen

Nadine Klassen (she/ her) is a German poet, living in her cozy hometown. Her work focuses on mental health, trauma as well as idenity and relationships. Her latest work has been published by Emotional Alchemy, Wild Roof Journal and Gnashing Teeth Publishing.When not writing, she likes to spend her time drawing/painting or crocheting sweaters with puffy sleeves. Instagram: @nadineklassen.writer

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