Jane Cope

the brain new stuff'd

janie up in a tree

head lolled to the right

same side mommy keeps her

same side mommy keeps her shoulder bag

what couldn't she see there
what couldn't she            reams
of paper             that which she
keeps that which she keeps there

in facts mommy never said
"come down"

"you come down now"
"right this instant"

in fact

she felt she was not sure she could
momma she felt she        momma
she felt                a momma could
cling to it            mommy how do

you do  mom how didja do

Jane Cope is a queer poet and activist from Michigan. For the past three years, she has ived and worked in Paris and its suburbs. She's currently thinking about epic heroines and ghost towns of the internet. She blogs at travelcoat.tumblr.com.