September 2011
5 posts
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Ana Somnia →
This is so wonderful! Kayla thinks it’s creepy, but I like it.
Fuschias
My first grade fingers slowly
closed in, pressing the bulbous
fetus, waiting impatient
for the “pop.” It was a slow
procedure, gentle, not hip-
hop, but ballet, careful like
a game of operation.
I peeled the five petals back,
forcing a premature bloom,
the bruised efflorescent blades
bleeding into crevices
of half gnawed off fingernails.
Mama saw my harvest for
beauty but she said nothing,
because...
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Cat in an Empty Apartment
Die—you can’t do that to a cat.
Since what can a cat do
In an empty apartment?
Climb the walls?
Rub up against the furniture?
Nothing seems different here,
But nothing is the same.
Nothing has been moved,
But there’s more space.
And at nighttime no lamps are lit.
Footsteps on the staircase,
But they’re new ones.
The hand that puts fish on the saucer
Has changed, too.
Something doesn’t start
At its...
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Primping in the Rearview Mirror
After a solid ten-minute bout of tears,
hoping that the Safeway man who stocks the shelves
and talked to you once for thirty minutes about specialty jams,
won’t ask if you’re all right, or tell you you look like shit
and then have to apologize as he remembers that you don’t
like cuss words and you don’t date ex-prison guards
because you’re married. The truth is you’re afraid
this blue-eyed...
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Resi Noth Bows Out . . .
Chapter 39 from Kurt Vonnegut’s Mother Night.
‘My only regret,’ Dr. Jones said to the boss G-man there on the cellar stairs, ‘is that I have but one me to give to my country.’
‘Well see if we can’t dig up some other regrets for you, too,’ said the boss.
Now the Iron Guard of the White Sons of the American Constitution crowded in from the furnace room. Some of the guardsmen were...
