February 2026
Having Taken to My Bed
You drag me to the Angelika
where a marquee blinks
the offerings. We stop
at the counter for Milk duds
and Coke. Here, in the ambient light
of the screen, you might
make a break for my mouth.
I could laugh, but that would be
confusing. For once, let
the cinema of my throat excite
you, the pulsating silence – but I guess we
can’t have everything. Or maybe we can!
Last night walking home alone
I saw a man eating pizza with his dick out –
small and beige and floppy like the slice
he forced into his mouth with just one hand.
C. Francis Fisher is a poet and translator. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in the Yale Review, the New England Review, and the Adroit Journal among others. Her first book of translations, In the Glittering Maw: Selected Poems of Joyce Mansour, appeared with World Poetry Books in 2024. She has been supported by residencies and fellowships from Yaddo and the Bread Loaf Writers Conference.