Wires
by Jeana Jorgensen
You worked your hands
into the engine of me:
slick with oil you
massaged my wires,
teased my circuits,
sliding your fingers
with purpose and skill
to rearrange the parts of me
that were malleable,
those that warmed to your touch,
looping currents of desire
into mechanisms that respond
to your touch, your voice,
even after you disentangle
from my insides.
Jeana Jorgensen earned her PhD in folklore from Indiana University. She researches gender and sexuality in fairy tales and fairy-tale retellings, folk narrative more generally, body art, dance, and feminist/queer theory. Her poetry has appeared at Strange Horizons, Nevermore Journal, Liminality, Glittership, and other venues.