Jaimee Hills Poems
- Chlamydia Like cellar door, Chlamydia. There's melody ...
- Still Life When they unearthed my body, I was precious, not ...
- Lesson On The Letter S S is for sin. I knew what we were in ...
- Nothing Rhymes With Gitmo The monoglot might slip on ...
- Albanian Virgin I taped my breasts down; it was ...
Jaimee Hills was born in Plainfield, New Jersey in 1979 and earned her BA and MA in Writing Seminars from The Johns Hopkins University, and her MFA from The University of North Carolina at Greensboro. A former editor of Backwards City Review, she now lives and writes in Durham, North Carolina. Her poems have appeared in Blackbird, Best New Poets, the Mississippi Review, and elsewhere. more »
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Like cellar door,
There's melody cloaked in the malady.
Forget the cinderblocks, the grimy ground
behind the words, like the brutality
of the rain. Hear its lovely drum, the sound
caught in the downpour.
a clitoris by any other name.
The name as sweet might mean a creeping flower,
petal-clad, wearing the silky plume
of traveler's joy, snowdrift, virgin's bower,
or sating curls.
(whose mother Leda caught it from a swan).
It ought to be the ...