Three Poems

Poetry by Wayne Koestenbaum
Broadway, by Kathryn Lynch. Copyright/courtesy the artist.




The Shaggers and The Tragediennes




sending her a dime so she can buy Juicy Fruit

Scotch-taping the dime to a piece of paper

when did I own my first roll of Scotch tape

is the violin plaintive or explosive

can I see your tennis bracelet

do you wear it in the shower

a pearl with an inaudible word attached to it

oboe entrusted with symbolizing the will to wander

Todd swam in the polluted river

a risked life is a Todd life

enlarged adenoids is a brother illness

in a herring jar

anus of sunbather visible near photographer’s jumper

a Berlin anus apparently

without sexual meaning

simply a love of nature and Vitamin D

two bands performed at the party

the vertical band was the Shaggers

the horizontal band was the Tragediennes

the Tragediennes and the Shaggers had a bake-off

the Shaggers baked the winning cake

it stood diffident and rude on its summit

Todd’s daughter Evelyn played harp in the Tragediennes

she baked a lament pie

no one voted for the lament pie

Evelyn’s lament pie an embarrassment and a fiasco

a sick mellifluousness overtook Todd as he lay in bed

contemplating sidereal geography

this statement is true

the symphony you considered a masturbation epic

included a ritornello

devoted to the defenestrated jock

ouch says Todd

Evelyn says we need more treble

the Shaggers and the Tragediennes destroy the government

I work for the government in a back office

an office so insignificant you would need to pile up your regrets for fifty years

before you could begin to comprehend

the empire’s diapered minutiae

Accurate Pralines



according to Mercedes McCambridge

I gargle with Vitalis

but Vitalis is a hair tonic

not a mouthwash

I paid tribute to tribadism

while climbing a steep hill

Jiffy Pop is always relevant

on Mount Atlas if your follicles

are majestic and authorized

Mercedes wasn’t credited in Touch of Evil

I excise father from the Marlene Dietrich

circuit of relevance

a difficult circuit to justify or explain

on Monday morning

when I wore a tunic in the studio

to worship the bygone category of hippie

like Jeanne Moreau in Querelle

are you stirring risotto alla Milanese

in 1990 in a stiff pot

no death is justifiable

said Auntie Em

taking punitive note

of Dorothy’s oneiric truancy

why are pralines accurate

are you the victim of their accuracy

from Belgium in a wooden box

with straw to protect the perishables

Veiled Dance



after my friend's mother died

he gave away her clothes

she was a flashy dresser

in photos she resembles Cher

my friend gave me three items

scarf, bolero jacket, dress

the dress is the center of this story

pocked by eyelets

I can’t speak about the dress

it stymies speech

friendship dress not to be explained

like a tank top

except for the frilly collar

if I cut off the collar

and raise the hem to waist-level

I could convert the dress to a shirt

I wore you in my micro-movie

called The New King Lear

in the dress I became

silent Cordelia

I danced like Salome

waiting for her father to relent

fathers are not built

to be cajoled

Lear is not seduced by my dress

though the fabric is pocked

with umpteen

eye-shaped holes



Wayne Koestenbaum

Wayne Koestenbaum—poet, critic, fiction-writer, artist, filmmaker, performer—has published 23 books, including Stubble Archipelago, Ultramarine, The Cheerful Scapegoat, Figure It Out, Camp Marmalade, My 1980s & Other Essays, The Anatomy of Harpo Marx, Humiliation, Hotel Theory, Circus, Andy Warhol, Jackie Under My Skin, and The Queen’s Throat (nominated for a National Book Critics Circle Award). His first solo exhibition of moving-image work, July Synesthesia, took place in summer 2024 at the Millennium Film Workshop. He has received a Guggenheim Fellowship in poetry, an American Academy of Arts and Letters Award in Literature, and a Whiting Award. He is a Distinguished Professor of English, French, and Comparative Literature at the City University of New York Graduate Center.

Kathryn Lynch

Born and raised in Philadelphia, Kathryn Lynch received her undergraduate degree from William Smith College in Geneva, NY, and an MFA at the University of Pennsylvania in 1990. She was awarded the NYSCA/NYFA artist Fellow in Painting in 2018. She has been invited to Skowhegan, Yaddo, The Marie Walsh Foundation and The Vermont Studio Center. Since earning her MFA, Lynch has held solo exhibitions and participated in well over thirty group shows both nationally and internationally. Her work is in the permanent collections of the University of California Berkeley Art Museum, Berkeley, CA and Fort Wayne Museum of Art, Fort Wayne, IN, as well as many corporate collections, including Microsoft, Johnson & Johnson, Pfizer, and the Millennium Art Collection in the Ritz Carlton, Battery Park, in NYC. The artist lives in Catskill, NY, and works in a curated artist campus called Foreland.