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Jessica q. stark

The Stony Lake

or the way I named my silver whip of a son    Bảo Đại
half-joke,            half-history,                       my mother’s 
smile     curving around Vietnam’s           wayward son— 
hiding    glamorously       in France                   while   his
country               writhed             against a static sea,      a
romance to be so             unapologetically         rove,   to
say nothing       of            poetic justice,  or         the time
my white      grandfather    asked us children     why we
didn’t         have our         father’s blue eyes—           four
fawns    quietly               awaiting our  meal of violence—     
I was genuinely curious, too,                        about biology 
and    our  place            in the matter                   which felt 
like a                                                                                 hollow 

                     about     mongoloid:          a word

that              sounded like a    broken bird              in flight
so           terrible and magnificent and               magnificent
today     is another          stony     lake and my             sister 
cannot get out of bed          I am the mother to a        blue-
eyed child            this is not a metaphor                       or any 
other                   consolation,                    find      yourself an
itinerary for        undoing,    Reader,          for     hiding   in
plain sight,          for impurity                    rearing           its 
unbleached         sightline           against shingle         there—  
right at the base                             I said look                 right
at   the           foundation of your               first-born home

S. Erin Batiste
Jessica Q. Stark is a poet and educator living in Jacksonville, Florida. Her first full-length poetry collection, Savage Pageant, was published by Birds, LLC in March 2020 and was named one of the "Best Poetry Books of 2020" in the Boston Globe and in Hyperallergic. She is the author of four poetry chapbooks, including most recently INNANET (The Offending Adam). Her poems have appeared in Pleiades, Poetry Daily, Carolina Quarterly, wildness, Up the Staircase Quarterly, Hobart Pulp, Glass Poetry Journal, and others. She is Poetry Editor for AGNI and the Comics Editor for Honey Literary. She teaches writing at the University of North Florida.
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