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aching to pupate ,CRITIQUE"Mommy?" My puffy eyed mother looked over at me from the mirror.
"I don't understand." I whispered. "Cancer- we live in this great modern place, right? With scientists that are changing us to make pigs fly and all these diseases getting cured- and everybody so happy..." My last words left my dry throat like moans, for my mother, for me.
My mother stopped running the brush through her hair, her hair which had once been so thick and wavy was now straight and thin with hair piled on the brush, it made me feel the hallows of my stomach and I used it to keep me from crying anymore. I couldn't let anything else hurt her today.
My mother had seem
cherry blossom lanes .salt.Everything in Greece seems gold. There is a feeling to it. Like a thousand bees buzzing at the same time, a wind tickling trees leaves, pigeons cooing in the heat as they fly through the warm brick of the buildings. If you close your eyes you can still see bright red shadows and a cool wind on your sweating body makes you feel so grateful. Eyelashes collect rainbows and the air smells like salt and bakeries and gasoline. The birds chirp through out the day, the cicadas through out the night and you can go and walk by the laughing people at cafes and watch the moon on the waves for hours. In spring the trees on the main street flower and there
redsickI could run away and join the circus
I would fit in perfectly with those that never did
I would learn to eat fire and train tigers
Balance on a rope in platform heals in the middle of the air
I would pet the seals so they don't get lonely
And keep the lion's food bowl clean
I would use markers to make designs and poems on my trailer
Whenever it rained they would wash off because I'd stolen them away from a mother
I would fix signs and not bother with shoes as my feet squished in the mud
I would use my perfume so scarcely until it lost all of its smell in waiting
When the machines gets stuck I will say "Just one moment please!"
I wonder if you're enjoying
the curvature of her back.
The spine, a row of ossified crowns
crowded and curved around that defining neural superhighway;
that extension cord,
adventurously connecting the visceral
to the peripheral.
The horseshoe crab vertebrae
scuttle to break through skin at your touch;
a defining shiver.
I see your hands
around the rounded hills of her shoulders.
Scapulae jutting out with the extremity of the bend,
like a chicken's wings.
And the bands of these dorsal muscles
stand up like wings,
cast shadows in the dimples of the pelvis that she lifts;
that will fold o
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