Lexicon
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Lexicon is a worthy successor to Allison Joseph’s award-winning breakthrough, Confessions of a Barefaced Woman. This time around, this self-professed “barefaced woman” is setting her sighs/sights on language and what it does for and with and to her. Joseph loves language, making it her slippery passion in poems about childhood griefs and fashion faux pas, movie musicals and empty airports, “rules” for writing and rules for reading. Though Joseph loves language, it doesn’t always love her back—but in her wise, readable, and imaginative way, she persists while documenting the minefields of racism and sexism. Joseph finds joy in the most unlikely of places, and in Lexicon, her adoration for the written word lets us see those places in sharp and evocative relief. All hail this bounty, this Lexicon!
Allison Joseph
Allison Joseph lives, writes, and teaches in Carbondale, Illinois, where she is part of the creative writing faculty at Southern Illinois University. She serves as editor and poetry editor of Crab Orchard Review, moderator of the Creative Writers Opportunities List, and director of the Young Writers Workshop, a summer writers’ workshop for teen writers.
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Lexicon - Allison Joseph
LEXICON
Let me taste the iambs on your tongue,
stroke you so your trochees tumble free.
Let me hear your anapestic pulse
stutter through the ribcage I embrace,
kissing every trimeter of skin.
Hear me whisper sapphics in your ear,
dangle dactyls from my curving lips.
You’re no mere versifier but a bard,
making all my consonants come hard,
vowels so elongated in lust
my mouth’s an instrument of luscious praise.
This poetry we make is evidence
that all we touch is figurative:
bodies pushing words beyond the real.
IF, WHEN, STILL
If no one hears you sob, would you still cry?
If no one hears your cries, would you still weep?
If no one hears you talk, do you still lie?
When everything goes gray, no lows or highs,
would you still walk upright, or would you creep?
If no one hears you sob, do you still cry?
When all your messages get no replies,
do you still write them down, or choke them deep?
If no one hears you talk, would you still lie?
If no one heard you laugh, or pray, or sigh,
would you still live your way, or would you sleep?
If no one hears you sob, would you still cry?
If no one answers you, will you still try
to write, content with what you reap?
If no one hears you talk, do you still lie?
When no one’s close to hear your alibis,
would you still make them up, however cheap?
If no one hears you sob, would you still cry?
If no one hears you talk, do you still lie?
DREAMING THE SPECTRUM
My bones are hard ivory,
eyes blacker than ebony wood.
Luscious russet grapes consume me,
and I them; I eat olives, avoid cactus.
Gold coins entice, but bananas do too,
and mangoes that blush ripe as if lipstick-painted.
I dance the little flames of popsicles
into my mouth, scarf down magenta cherries.
My skin, more caramel than leather,
feels the ocean’s damp this midnight,
the waves full of quarters I catch both hands,
bronze medallions and thin gold chains
I loop around my neck, anointing this self.
LITERATURE
What no one wants to read once out of school.
Outrages the PTA with dirty words.
Hardly ever sells at truck stops.
Makes no one rich until they’re dead.
Movies never do it justice,
but every actor boasts he’s steeped in it.
Outrages the PTA with dirty words,
sordid scenes of indecipherable sex.
Makes no one rich until they’re dead,
and even then, no one comprehends it,
but every actress swears she’s steeped in it,
at least the versions found on tape.
Despite the claim it’s good for you, it’s
what no one wants to read once out of school.
Rarely does it come with pictures;
hardly ever sells at truck stops.
No matter how gorgeous the film,
movies never do it justice,
but every actor boasts he’s steeped in it,
novels tucked between his piled-up scripts.
Makes no one rich until they’re dead,
kaput from drink or violence that
outrages the PTA with dirty words
and bloody sheets, those consequences
of thinking too much about language.
Movies never do it justice,
decent citizens boycott it.
Hardly ever sells at truck stops;
smuggled across borders in translation.
What no one wants to read once out of school.
AT SEVENTEEN I LEARNED THE TRUTH
Once I was parchment-thin, vellum-slender,
bones sharp as razors slicing soap.
Sandpaper skin, truculent armpits, tarpaper breath,
I tried to tame them with Avon creams, Love’s
Baby Soft perfume, Certs stinging my tongue sweet.
But self-beautification wasn’t easy in the Bronx;
I wasn’t the Brooke Shields of Screvin Avenue.
Actually, I was fat, no teenaged hottie,
flab making me school’s smartest girl.
Shake, shake, shake, shake your booty—
the constant drip of disco music weighed
on me, heavy as a