You're The Story I Want To Tell
I want to explore muddy rivers
on the underside of your body
light cracked open
and lost things blooming
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I want to explore muddy rivers on the underside of your body light cracked open and lost things blooming AnimalBy C. L. Romer QuailBellMagazine.com  Run into the lanes, create burning wreckage the oozing pulp of internal life. Detect the slowing beats of blood that can no longer push, no longer cruise through miles of veins and arteries. Stirred Stillness I want to put a blanket on the ocean at the museum by the pier arrows hang from nightmares The Goat I sat outside Dad’s vacant house and watched lungfuls of schwag blur the straggly leafy sprawl of a forest mending from a clear cut a few years back-- a next chapter scrawled in pulpy cursive-- when a goat moseyed up to sneakers I’d left on the grass. Feline Eyes Wet lagoon-green eyes Like concentric dual-disc aquatic moons Stuck motionless in orbit at the crack of the bedroom door Shadows holding to the entryway Cloud formations over Carolina Cloud formations over Carolina; scratchy lines which Paul Klee The Halls of Hell The halls of Hell are made of gold,
decadent, air-conditioned cold, Student Models 13, acute girl, she ought to model, all affine transformation of new curves mapped against the straight axes of her limbs. Too obtuse to learn, but she loves fashion. (Her last year’s regressive guide, projecting.) Pandora's Box It all seems nice when it’s in newsprint. Feminism, Anti-Racism, LGBTQ awareness, And other lofty things that people think about, Talk about; Things that make their way into debate forums Issues that creep into blogs and journals, Essays that your school makes you write. |