Red 100 Days

Mr. M says the word
for zinnia is baek il hong,
red 100 days.

In the new Donkey Kong
you can descend a mountain
by punching straight down.

When the flood happened,
Senator Ted Cruz was once again
on international vacation.

I am red 100 days. 
In the morning, on purpose,
I turn inside out.

The grackles seem into it.
Aubade of degloving, exposed
fascia dewy and luxe.

I do put gloves on, though.
Opera. Over the fascia.
Carmine and tight.

So now it’s the silk
then the guts then the
skin at the core. Slugging

is played out bitch we’re
leeching, which is when
you do all of the above then

suck your lower lip til it
dries to embroidery thread
and then you make bracelets.

The timeline for new sirens
has been accelerated.
Some worry about confusion.

I am red 100 days
but not like what you are thinking.


Jenna Jaco is a genderfluid poet and technical writer from Austin, Texas. You can find their poems in Fifth Wheel Press, BRUISER, Underblong, and elsewhere. Their first full-length collection, Mall Water, was published in 2024 with Kith Books.

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