Marie Claire Published A Poem By Kristen Stewart

It would be easy to write a snark-drenched piece about this, but I actually know nothing about poetry. This poem by Kirsten Stewart might be good! It also might not be good! There’s no way of ever finding out!

Stewart wrote it on a road trip through Texas last year, and it is the only interesting thing to come out of a cover feature in Marie Claire that was published overnight. Apparently the actress contains multitudes and writes poems. Especially when she’s Kerouacing her way across America, nursing a highly-publicised broken heart. “I don’t want to sound so fucking utterly pretentious,” Stewart says, “… but after I write something, I go, ‘Holy fuck, that’s crazy.'”

The profile author, Carl Taro Greenfeld, describes the following poem as “raw and candid”. Perhaps it is! It is called ‘My Heart Is A Wiffle Ball’, with the alternative but inferior title, ‘Freedom Pole’.

My Heart Is A Wiffle Ball/Freedom Pole

I reared digital moonlight 
You read its clock, scrawled neon across that black 
Kismetly … ubiquitously crest fallen 
Thrown down to strafe your foothills 
…I’ll suck the bones pretty.
Your nature perforated the abrasive organ pumps 
Spray painted everything known to man, 
Stream rushed through and all out into 
Something Whilst the crackling stare down sun snuck 
Through our windows boarded up 
He hit your flint face and it sparked.

And I bellowed and you parked 
We reached Marfa. 
One honest day up on this freedom pole 
Devils not done digging 
He’s speaking in tongues all along the pan handle 
And this pining erosion is getting dust in 
My eyes 
And I’m drunk on your morsels 
And so I look down the line 
Your every twitch hand drum salute 
Salutes mine …

I am not sure what “ubiquitously crest fallen” might mean, but “I’m drunk on your morsels” is a pretty good line? I think?