I'm a hole / I'm a pole / My great-grandmother was a Pole

By Misha Solomon

my eyes are holes / my pores are holes / my asshole is a hole
my arms are poles / my toes are poles / my nose is a pole with two holes
my great-grandmother left Poland in 1920-something / my great-grandmother was three years old / my great-grandmother always said she was born in Warsaw but we know that was a lie it was some shtetl
 
my mouth is a hole / my ears are holes / I’d die if you added another big enough hole
my fingers are poles / my legs are poles / yes fine my cock is a pole with one hole
my great-grandmother owned a dress shop / my great-grandmother would have died in Poland
/ my great-grandmother died here and I’ve never been to Poland

my want is a hole / my need is a hole / my therapy is a hole disguised as a pole
my nipples are poles in the cold / my love is a pole and a hole / sometimes I can be the perfect pole
my great-grandmother had holes and poles / my great-grandmother’s parents had holes and poles / I wonder if during a transatlantic escape from pogroms and their ilk my great-grandmother’s parents’ holes were so deep there was relief to be found in seeing them inversely / that is as poles

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​Misha Solomon (he/him) is a queer poet in and of Tiohti:áke/Montréal. His first chapbook, FLORALS, was published by above/ground press in 2020. His work has appeared in Yolk Literary Magazine, Fruit Journal, Leste Magazine, Labyrinth Anthologies, and elsewhere.