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jayy dodd

jayy dodd was born in Los Angeles, California. dodd is the author of Mannish Tongues (Platypus Press, 2017). The recipient of a 2017 Lambda Literary Fellowship, they served as a coeditor of Bettering American Poetry.

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Exhibition

when i show you the illicit
behind a fiberoptic veil—
obstruction is a kind of foreplay.
yes—this is an intentional seduction.

this behind is a fiberoptic veil
i build an economy on anything i can.
yes—this intentional seduction
is suppose to be a delight.

build this economy on anything i can’t.
my taste is acquired, so take your time.
suppose, this is a delight—
the mystery, yours to solve.

you take & taste my acquired time.
take what wilts from my lips—
you—the only mystery unsolved.
i can never stop questioning my mouth.

take all that wilts, my lips.
where every fantasy i try leaves me dead—
i can never stop talking about my mouth.
here, my tongue is bile & tomorrow.

they leave me dead in every fantasy i try—
the overgrown prophecy i am to witness.
bile becomes swallow here & tomorrow—
some end time we have already faced.

the prophecy lives to overgrow the witness.
no future belongs to my body.
these end-times we already face.
my testimony is the absolute of what i know.

i belong to the future in my body—
will truth survive the transmission?
i testify in absolutes of what i can not know.
what do we make of the delay?

what will survive the transmission?
reveal the half-life of the illicit,
unmake myself as a means of delay
watch for the obstructive foreplay.

I Have a New Obsession with Bones

you cannot read what you do not collect
the rain came in algidity after
suffocating heat still the ravaging of
marow is worth it tendons swollen &
seasoned with need madness is always
a hunger                                           that i
am even able to eat is its own feat
i have learned to swallow charitably
cede my mouth to the gristle cede my tongue
                         to cartilage                 
a former fixation on writhing now what is
left?     what is present when the flesh
rots away?
when the spirit returns to the magnitude it
belongs?	                                                                     when my mother 
                                                                                          taught me 
                                                                                          how to  
                                                                                     properly eat 
                                                                                          chicken, she 
                                                                                          told me truly 
                                                                                     nothing had to 
                                                                                          be left behind. 
                                                                                          there is 
                                                                                     meat through 
                                                                                          the bone. this 
                                                                                          makes 
                                                                                     sense like 
                                                                                          Matter. 
                                                                                          nothing is 
                                                                                          ever lost. 
                                                                                    nothing is ever  
                                                                                          gone if 
                                                                                          devoured 
                                                                                    completely.