I noticed a ring on my fingerII noticed a ring on my finger
Swallow bird feathers raw like empty caricatures
of unfilled bodies. Watch the swallows streak across blackwater puddles and gulls dip white wings in oily waves.
Swallow the sea-salt and riptide currents and bones.
II
The distance between the beach and city-linoleum kitchen: five feet. Magazine on counter, cabinet against the knee, neck and head strung from shoulders.
Steps from the door; your lilac lips.
III
You are my cat, my Schrödinger experiment, my nihili
in Open on 8/10/09
Story for a penny in a canI'd always known there was something wrong with that house. One time, walking to the downtown mall- school, I mean- I saw that overstuffed Halloween decoration, sitting on the porch. Real cats aren't supposed to get that big, na'mean? That thing could've swallowed a poodle and then picked its teeth with beagle bones. Threw a can at it and it just meowed and washed its chest.Story for a penny in a can
Then the birds: every Friday, they'd bunch together on the power lines. Sure, no biggie there; birds gotta roost and get warm, all fluffed up in line, tweeting. Except -
Ravens.
No, seriously. I'd looked it up. Not crows. Ravens. Fu
in Occult on 5/5/09
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