SEARCH “LIZARD VAGINA” AND YOU SHALL FIND
A higher country had a question, a higher
country searched and found me, and the name
country of the country was north of me, Canada.
When I think of you I think up there just as I
country think when I think of my brain, my brain
and the bad sunning lizard inside it. Today
you searched “lizard vagina,” Canada. It is so
hugely small if you can imagine it; it is scaled
it is scaled so far down. It evolved over many
millions of years to be perfectly invisible to you;
and so you will never see it, Canada. Here is
some pornography, if it will help: tongues flick
out all over the desert! Next time try thunder
lizard vagina. That will be big enough for even
country you, Canada. You have one somewhere
in your hills, or else somewhere in your badlands.
Perhaps someone is uncovering a real one right
now, with a pickaxe a passion and a patience.
Ever since she was a child she knew what she
would do. She buttons her background-colored
clothes, she bends down to her work;
clothes, she bends down to her work keep spreading,
clothes, she Canada, she will show you to yourself.
Your down there that is, my Up There. Oh South oh
South oh South you think, oh West oh West now West
say you. The pickaxe the passion and the patience
clothes, sh hears, pink tongue between her lips just thinking.
The stones and the sand and the hollows they watch
clothes, sh her. The tip of her tongue thinks almost out loud,
“I have a brain am in a brain brain suns itself in lizard
clothes, sh too. Where would I be if I were what I wanted?”
Has a feeling finally, swings the pickaxe- the passion-
clothes, sh and the patience-tip down.
Patricia Lockwood’s poems have appeared in The New Yorker, The London Review of Books, Tin House, and Poetry. She is the author of Balloon Pop Outlaw Black (Octopus Books, 2012) and Motherland Fatherland Homelandsexuals (Penguin, 2014). This poem first appeared in Fence.