Archive | October, 2006

Death Therapy

The sky rescinds itself, calls back the birds, forgets the color blue. Snow falls like arsenic, strikes rebellion in the river’s blood. Bellsong shatters in the cold, and the air hates everything, including you. Mouth full of fear, you spit petals of poisonous white flowers in the face of the machine. Hot scream, stink of […]

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Changing Your Name

They came calling for your father, for your brother. Shades drawn, your mother searched a thousand fading postmarks for a name, a promise, a paper boat to sail to America. Standing at the docks, you hold out your passport stamped “Stadtlos.” You. Just like the silly old men in black hats and sidelocks, shuffling around […]

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Changing Your Name

They came calling for your father, for your brother. Shades drawn, your mother searched a thousand fading postmarks for a name, a promise, a paper boat to sail to America. Standing at the docks, you hold out your passport stamped “Stadtlos.” You. Just like the silly old men in black hats and sidelocks, shuffling around […]

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Apology

A snake, slow and quiet as sake slides into my bloodstream. When it reaches my eyes they narrow on your luscious swells, your eyes as full of golden sweetness as unguarded eggs. My tongue smells your faith as a dog smells fear. I love my life at times like these. The long, lazy days of […]

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And Still

A black sun rose, round mouth hungry for the heart beating backwards, for the desert’s swollen tongue. A black wind blew obsidian sand in the eyes of Christ, plucked out and hurled into the eye of the storm. A black fire fused new lovers like Siamese twins joined at the sex forever, no matter how […]

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A Secret

As a schoolchild he trembled at the warm wetness spreading in his lap. Relieved, he dreamed it was blood, and he a soldier, his tiny desk a pillbox he cowered behind as planks quaked with mortar fire. Today he cowers behind mahogany, dreaming of sandboxes, a woman’s voice, the sound of cicadas in the afternoon.

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