WEEZY, DOWN-LOW
Adam Day


Okay, he’s doin’ Jane,
well things change.

I tell him, Consider Wayne.
Don’t play in her garden,

don't smell her flower.
The night grown,

we’ll get it California
kush poppin’ because we know

we can’t when wifey home.
He’s a good girl;

lady in the streets,
porn star in bed.

I’m more animal
than the zoo allows,

like a dungeon dragon.
He’s got that pink

ring; I work it
orange-red. He ain’t shy

no more, he’s a fairy
— I make him fly.

He says I’m so sweet
that he wanna lick

the wrapper, so
I let him lick the wrapper.


Adam Day’s forthcoming collection is Model of a City in Civil War (Sarabande Books, April 2015), and he is the recipient of a PSA Chapbook Fellowship for Badger, Apocrypha, and of a PEN Emerging Writers Award. His work has appeared in the Boston Review, Lana Turner, APR, Poetry London, AGNI, The Iowa Review, and elsewhere. He coordinates The Baltic Writing Residency in Sweden, Scotland, and Bernheim Arboretum & Research Forest. 

Read our interview with Adam Day here.

Adam Day