2 Poems By Jamie Manias
- VFORROW
- 1 day ago
- 2 min read

Autocannibalistic Breakfast in Bed, Post-Top Surgery
I smell him sizzling me
eggs, over easy, potatoes, onions, garlic
in my precious fat.
I hear the crisping
of the edges.
Morning, pookie. Here comes our plate, watering my mouth
and sending an ache through my phantom breasts.
He sets the dish on my navel, its warmth creeps
with longing towards my incisions. I rock my fork rhythmically
to cut the egg, then cup the bite gingerly in its curve—I can't bring myself
to stab it. The food and I are tender in ways
I don’t understand yet. I feel kneaded nicely
in the tummy as I take my body into my body
to rebuild. Welcome back, I whisper to my torso.
I knew you'd get it perfect, I say to him, I don't know why you worried.
He laughs. I only have so many shots.
And impeccable aim. I sample the soft onion, the garlic bits,
bathed in my own tallow. I feel like puzzle pieces
clicking together. Try some.
Are you sure?
Celebrate with me.
I'm honored. I airplane him some of everything.
This is so Catholic.
I'm not usually called Christlike.
My flesh is too leavened, too fluffy for that.
He takes me in his mouth. Delicious.
You are now a little more me.
No. Defensively. I'm just made a little more
of your past. The seasoning hugs tight
to every cell of our bodies. In him, I feel at home
everywhere at once.

Gay Shotgun Wedding Vows, Idaho
Even when everything in this country is shaped like a gun
and the weight of barrels deflates my chest I love you
when love is no longer luxury status nor legal prerequisite but need
still I find a way to love you.
In resistance I must love you and I must love you across the border
to Canada or to cross the sea intact I must love you
the sublet closets of Amsterdam love you
every day must trust my love for you
in languages we don’t yet speak don’t yet
know we need to speak although you will not find
a single word in many to describe me
and despite all this Rosetta will open
but I will have already found a new
stone by which to love you.
ABOUT:

Jamie Manias is a poetry MFA candidate and instructor at Bowling Green State University, where they serve as an assistant editor for Mid-American Review. Living on the autism spectrum as a trans person informs their approach to their poetry, which has appeared and is forthcoming in Rat's Ass Review, Kingfisher, and Swamp Ape, among other publications. They can be found on Instagram at @jamiemanias.
EDITOR'S SONG PAIRING: Idkhill --- Find A Way
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