Tuesday, October 12, 2010



Take 23

a woman asks, "the horses, which side did they fall
on during the quake?"
and I tell her it hasn't happened yet, to call back in a minute

I'm wearing the same blouse as the girl on TV,
the same tiny brown flowers that flow up the neck,
the same plastic, pearlized buttons, and in this dream,
you're taking it off me, button by button,
until something like a fishhook jabs your hand and you yell;

I want to apologize,
but I'm standing by the river and shivering,
and you're still on TV

and someone else answers your cell,
sounding like a pilot or help desk employee,
shouting louder and louder
until vibrations fill the glass box

and it's then that the horses shift and pound in their stalls,
making those
small coughing noises called "whinnies"

then that the payphone under the dung pile rings again,
and the receiver slides out of my hand,
a large-eyed fish looking up at me,
trying to fly and failing

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2 Comments:

Blogger Radish King said...

I love this.

10:20 AM  
Blogger Christine said...

thank you -- I've been reading Siken's Crush lately -- this is heavily influenced.

2:02 PM  

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