Three poems
Marcia Arrieta
fire inherent spectrum
the martyr no longer I walk beyond the cradle the peach tree the alphabet
a horizon infused revolution imagine the light the door in the mountain
stitches of time
fire inherent spectrum
the martyr no longer I walk beyond the cradle the peach tree the alphabet
a horizon infused revolution imagine the light the door in the mountain
stitches of time
along with the memory
The height of fall. The streets are buried in leaves. Morning is rising. Red-tinged shadows extend over the green, crunchy carpets. The air took on its own
dogged night
the moon is black
or green i go
a little nuts
flaying flowers
from the brocade
i cord the stems
& swallow the steak
tenderloin
Hollowing in Three Parts
1
Although it’s the last day of September and the talons of winter have taken hold and although between the two of you you’ve lost sixty-five pounds in the
I tried to look / like I was looking for someone above...
Today I bought blue yarn and brand-new silver nails...
I thought Roger Waters was full of shit, I mean
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The slow stacking of weight or the flinging down of a toe while the torso is already ahead. There are always new body parts to hit on sides of doors. I like to put my legs into pants in front of an open window, then stick my head out to see who’s around.
O Build-A-Bonfire, O
Blue Subaru
My sister has been reading a lot about her pores lately. At the moderately priced tourist town spa where we've met for the weekend, a commercial for the dual action microdermabrasion brush comes on the television above the hot wax station, and she swears their blackhead diagram is incomplete.
It was supposed to be
a joyous thing
1. My ex-boyfriend got engaged to a girl less than a year after he broke up with me. We had dinner with her once. She was a family friend. She wore hoop earrings and looked like a worst-case scenario Mila Kunis. I hated her but I didn't know why yet.
Via some prophecy, my son has
reached one half my chronological
age. And there are so many things
he can tell me: when The Macho Man
first claimed the heavyweight belt,
the year I bought him
Is this new relationship self-sabotage in disguise, or is it the cure?
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