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UNDERGROUND VOICES: POETRY - 12/2011
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EILEEN MALONE Caseless Shadows hang as if from meat hooks tucked in one, a bottle of roach-killer wine her face pushed into a caseless pillow she feels each grunt and thrust and the hunger and anger of it embarrasses her into offering gratitude and apologies five full minutes past the time it matters in that space between who she was and who she can never be again between please and thank you below her closed and opening fist a ton of what look like deflated white sausages, penises thrown on the floor of fractured syringes and twinkling needles, wink seed and star and scattered, shattered prisms. Might as well His Harley leans against a piss-stained wall he wants to know stomps his boots demands to know where the hell I’ve been I arch my back fake a passing interest a slow licking of lips oh yes, he still wants me to happen to him is tweaked enough not to care who else knows raises his fist follows me into the bar bloodshot with opiates infections, tattoos other biker chicks laugh, might as well laugh with the rest of them about how stupid he is for being so strung out keep laughing until it is my voice laughing the loudest the longest, the toughest. That kind of night Not the kind one slouches into lingering on corners, in doorways more a moon drawn tide menses, brain slosh, dancing in the middle of the road right on top of the white line, night one in which to curl a leg kick high into blind currents hook a stiletto into the bloated too-full moon, hold it there until shavings of dazzle fall from its ruptured belly she dances with one eye clamped shut and the other fixed on one or other of the inexplicably doubled white lines in the middle of the road laughing, laughing, laughing at all the bloodshot taillights of slowly cruising cars stupid, impotent drivers unaware they are caught in her private, glorious, moon spill. Eileen Malone lives in the coastal fog of the San Francisco Bay Area where she is a mental health activist. Her poetry has been published in over 500 literary magazines and journals. Most recently her poetry book I SHOULD HAVE GIVEN THEM WATER was published by Ragged Sky Press. |
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