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he has a dizzy architecture, snow-blown
red blood flowing backward through white flakes of flesh
muscles clenched tight as spirals
his lips stretched and bulging like the shine-flecked
skin of a slug.
dazzling, he spits words, toeing the edge of a
universe sunk deep with precipices, suicides, and
small glorious marbles, twisted with light --
(FUCK this life of suicides and marbles
she hisses, very quietly, to no one who is listening)
-- as he punctuates ideals, jabbing exclamation points
his eyes strung ahead like chinese lanterns,
waving and bobbing with the effort of never looking down
holidaykids - warble
Silver On The Breeze
Spirals of snow tie lace around the chimney,
With sweet pungent smoke rising up to haze the sky,
I am staring out my window, fingers pressed against the panel,
Wondering if I can hear the silver ring as he rides by.
My mother baked cookies, grated orange, mixed the chocolate,
My father wrapped presents, dressed in plaid, smoked his pipe.
I watched carefully, the dance of preparation,
Waiting, waiting impatiently as the time for him grew ripe.
And oh! The night is quiet, with buildings wrapped in slumber,
And the soft settle of snow through the branches of the trees.
I can only wait in silence, with my breath frosting the window,
Straining for the merry sound of silver on the breeze.
My mother laughed and said, "To bed, he knows when children are sleeping,"
My father kissed me, mused my hair, and said "Listen to your mother."
How can they sleep? My toes are curled, my fingers light with excitement,
And still they retire to their sheets as though
In the hollow of her skin
sweat glows, dragging off the end of a
wayward bit of hair, ribboned,
flesh is so shy.
Fingertips, moist, sliding over
textures of skin, stretch.
The delicate whorl of earlobe
laced with red bites, taste of salt, and hidden from
eyes turned away, Madonna smile,
she is laughing, shy.
Little Miss It“Do you enjoy her company?”
That, Avadaci concluded, had been the extent of his grandfather’s kindness. Thank the stars he had broken his neck after a failed attempt to ascend the castle staircase. Not that many were privy to this information. The official listing on the cause of death involved something along the lines of falling in battle after slaying at least a dozen demons, although this was treated with quite a bit of skepticism by the general populace. Yet, interestingly enough, a decent portion of the locals believed a tale about the cannibals of Unkhtom devouring him whole.
Not that Avadaci really cared how his grandfather had died. He was just glad he was dead. And if he was glad his grandfather had died, Avadaci wondered, why did he have to attend his funeral? In fact, the whole kingdom was glad his grandfather had died. Why did they have to attend the funeral?
“Oh Avad,” proclaimed his mother, “obv
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