dramatic monologue as Johanna Magdalena Beyer

this is some hard music
to listen to. my dutch clogged
name. what you’ve heard about me is

whom I’ve predated. some of it hostile
and probably not well-informed. some of it
mediated. as a port’s port,

I have my baby like a mushroom,
pinning away for
my own logged arrhythmic growth.

my developing chestnut nubs.
my coup d’épée as king
oyster. the spongy spores are all ready

there. I am an ever-changing
something. a sprouted hair.