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Autumn & Cake: 03.02.2008
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A loose imitation of “Equus” by Austin Hummell). She sits in the bathtub, watching. Her soft brown hair pool around her, the brunette. Strands of seaweed clinging to foam,. Her face distorted in the faucet -. A silver reflection that she watches while. Saying softly one two three four five,. All the way to sixty, and then starts again,. Until twelve minutes have passed,. And she says to herself he is late, two hours late. She has never worn lipstick,. Because her mother taught her to play. Favorite anima...
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Autumn & Cake: 03.15.2009
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Tonight I will make dinner for our guests. Clear off the table, and lay out our best. Porcelain plates in shades from blue to black. We will sit and eat, and rest our weary backs. That worked all day, for hours, to cook or clean. Then go outside, under the sky and a smoke screen. That our guests exhale from their lips stained red. From the wine that they drank while eating our bread. The conversation will slow,. And the two guests will go,. And we will retire to our bed for the night -. May 3 - May 10.
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Autumn & Cake: 02.17.2008
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Marc Bolan Stands In Line at the Airport Behind Piet Mondrian. An imitation of Patrick Lawler's poetry]. I prefer swans to airplanes, but since safety precautions for traveling have increased, I went with Delta. The top of my top hat is a mirror, for those taller than me. It makes being looked down upon more bearable. I heard you’ve just begun to extend your lines past the edge of the canvas, and here I am getting glitter on your bowtie. I can help the next person in line. Will you help me roll,. Favorit...
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Autumn & Cake: How To Develop Photos
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How To Develop Photos. Close the door behind you,. And turn off all the lights. Begin sweating, and hearing. Things that are probably. Motions of a serial killer,. Waiting, somehow seeing. Think of your mother and what she is. Doing right now; the way she says. The word “pillow” the large. Cardboard dollhouse she made you. When you contracted chickenpox. Think about the way your cat looks. Like a fat, striped egg. When she tucks her paws underneath. You should already have mixed. As vacuous as the face.
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Autumn & Cake: Lovesong with A Hairshirt
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Lovesong with A Hairshirt. While the cat licks my hands. As if they are an extension. Of her own small body. Her love is critical and harsh),. You eye your watch,. You have to stay with me. Before they won’t call you. You laugh with the babysitter,. Hand her a small check. I can sense warmth radiating. Off of her, like a package. Fresh off the postal truck. I admire her pale hinges,. I want to have daughters. Wrapped up in church. Dresses, bound with. Large ribbons. I want. And see the red lipstick.
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Autumn & Cake: Congratulations
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Winning a year’s worth. Of pizza, I would celebrate. By filling the vacant face. Of an electrical outlet. And going for a swim. You don’t understand:. I have skinned fetal pigs,. Cut the tail off a cat. It was already dead, but still);. I’ve tied Barbies. Of a willow tree,. Their plastic legs like. A diver’s, kicking air. I could’ve been. Not to say I can’t still be,. But I might be past. Is this suppose to be poetry? Sun Apr 18, 01:04:00 AM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.
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Autumn & Cake: Shopping List
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Standing in the checkout line,. I cheated on my wife. With a woman in a wig. She towered above me,. Lavender, her nose. Version of Sargent’s. I was buying socks. And bowling alleys,. When my father asked me. To ask my mother. The name of a cat. For a salad, I stare. Of an olive, and. I imagine the nameless. Its eyes like dried. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Morgantown, WV, United States. View my complete profile. Blogs Better Than Mine. Hey, What Can You Do? Websites That Tickle My Fiddle. October ...
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Autumn & Cake: 02.24.2008
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An imitation of Laura Kasischke's poetry). To have been the meat in the jaws of a wolf. To have been a handkerchief tied around a headache, set on fire (while the cat. Gave birth to two kittens,. To base the outcome. On a raven’s beak. Or the way the bedsheet crumples. Between kneecaps and nightmares. Do not bother her, her eyes are postcards,. She buys things in pairs. To have been the seatbelt. That saved the child. To have been. Snared in a brush. Like the nest. Their final notes against the dusk.
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Autumn & Cake: The Things I've Done For Girls
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The Things I've Done For Girls. I pretended to know. The verses to Christmas. Carols for a chance. To see a Mormon. Girl’s underwear,. Or maybe to give. A not so Silent Night. To confess the next week. She was wrapped up. Tight, in layers,. In an effort to feel. Better about herself,. Even if only for a year. Crouched, hidden,. In a receiving position. While the marching band. Director searched the room. Must have had a thing. Paintings; we made. Out on a park bench. For at least an hour,. May 3 - May 10.
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Autumn & Cake: 05.03.2009
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Into the night we drank and stained our clothes. With warm wine and scotch and champagne from your brother. The TV sat lonely, playing yesterday’s shows. Repeating themselves, one after another. You talked often, and mentioned many trips. Your hair was long, you’d dyed it blonde again. I pulled out the scissors, giving imaginary snips,. And you shrieked, and smiled over your champagne. Some hours passed, the scissors still on the table;. I stared at their shape and you picked them up. Her life isn’...
