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Her mouth says forgiveness and her eyes say,
“kill the infidels.” She plays at being thirteen
and thirty, Jennifer Garner gone horribly,
horribly wrong and without the paycheck.
She says her love grows exponentially
then takes her shotgun to the furry woodland
creatures in the backyard, and all lawn gnomes
for a three-mile radius. The neighbors know
about her, but there’s nothing can be done
without more money than they make in
ten lifetimes. Such is the life.
They say her house is filled with taxidermy,
dead moose, dead rabbits, dead squirrels,
sometimes dead pets when the moon is right
because everybody knows it makes you mad.
In her basement there is a human corpse
filled with sawdust and not yet mounted
except in the necrophilia sense. They accuse
but never out loud. They demand
but never expect to receive. There’s nothing.
The monsters she gave birth to became
minor politicians, sweet-talking their way into
homes and families of their own, Perseus
in love with Medusa, Hercules with
at least one of the mythical beasts he killed.
She only had girls. Everyone knows
women are half devil and half God,
depending on how fast they open their legs.
They say.
“kill the infidels.” She plays at being thirteen
and thirty, Jennifer Garner gone horribly,
horribly wrong and without the paycheck.
She says her love grows exponentially
then takes her shotgun to the furry woodland
creatures in the backyard, and all lawn gnomes
for a three-mile radius. The neighbors know
about her, but there’s nothing can be done
without more money than they make in
ten lifetimes. Such is the life.
They say her house is filled with taxidermy,
dead moose, dead rabbits, dead squirrels,
sometimes dead pets when the moon is right
because everybody knows it makes you mad.
In her basement there is a human corpse
filled with sawdust and not yet mounted
except in the necrophilia sense. They accuse
but never out loud. They demand
but never expect to receive. There’s nothing.
The monsters she gave birth to became
minor politicians, sweet-talking their way into
homes and families of their own, Perseus
in love with Medusa, Hercules with
at least one of the mythical beasts he killed.
She only had girls. Everyone knows
women are half devil and half God,
depending on how fast they open their legs.
They say.
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Heavier Things
Death is a funny thing.
It clings to, hangs in the air. And you breathe it in and it gets caught in, sets into the bottom of your lungs. And then you try to huff, breathe it out. And it just won't let you cough, heave, throw it up.
It makes family uncomfortable, makes them awkward around each other, makes each of them wonder what it will take to upset, break, shatter, one another. Stupid little motions, tucking in your elbows, as if accidentally jabbing your father in the side of the arm will cause him to burst, pop, finally cry. Hugs where they shouldn't be, as if touching each other with just a bit more tenderness will stop us from hurtin
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notesleep
playing my emphases like harp strings
your voice smokes thru the oaken bramble
pour a carbonated apology, a sun-stained
mile marked envelope, two ill-fitted birds,
hands small holes right before a rush of river
what it feels like being swallowed from the outside
crushing rings into truth serum, pretend
to be out of tune with that deception
I have been unable to parse my own persona
a pink cotton voice I remember thru the phone
I remember because it formed me into a granary
one crop after another of patriarchal idioms
whisper my secrets so softly into a glint of red hair
a saucer-eyed lace pattern cut into pine paper
I practice radical self lo
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Angstxiety
I am work weak on Wednesday
in a heap of hangover and hesitation
with fingers on a phone haptically
actively anticipating feedback—
I need that why do I need that.
My angst and anxiety
is constant and courses
and throbs with a pulse
that demands concern
of a baby boomer crooning poetic
in the distance to call me antisocial, or you know,
you could just call me.
If being this busy in an age
of constant communication
feels like having slept
but not feeling rested,
I'd rather cancel my plans
like a responsible millennial
and go to bed.
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ejectionletter beat me at quoting my favorite line. =[
very captivating work dear.
very captivating work dear.