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Field
My mother made
this decoupage box.
Heather patches.
A cellar red
emulating drapery.
Docile, holy
family scene in three
roundels sable.
Rank insignia
signifies nonzero.
Petrosomatoglyph
shines on a rock face.
The Shrew
Astute, she always knows
answers regarding displacement
of supposed masters,
 the dumping of nightsoil,
specters, floods or the presence
of a cat or a dog. "Fiercely
territorial." "So
clever he wants to escape." Digs
burrows, echolocates
via multiharmonic
ultrasonic squeaks. "Someone
yelling to the heavens."
They feel each other from
overall-reverb-calls, but just
because he hears, doesn't
mean he listens. "Better lone-
ly than unhappy, echo-
loco." "This time," she says to her-
self, "I will make an end
of her once and for all." Concocts
a poison comb, scours
herself beautiful and roams
the hills calling out "I shall
like to be personal."
Field
Fixed axes
of drawbridges, hinges, joints.
Connections with limited rotations
wherein story settles over a life.
Father, a farthing
indigenous.
Funnel cloud, not quite tornado.
Marble following
earth's pitch.
Wicker chairs, silence.
A twisted rope cable
twists around an anchor.
The Eve's Apple
Early folklore maintained the lump
in the female throat reminded Eve
of original sin.
A piece immovably
lodged from her first forbidden-bite.
"He handed it to her." "She ripped
the fruit." A laryngeal prom-
inence of elongated cart-
ilage, spongy-almost
changing pitch and timber
via slight manipulation --
"Steve knew what he was doing."
"For men who impersonate women,
the Apple is a hard feature
to fake." Another is
the strangling-gesture in
which his hands clasp her neck, pretend
to throttle it. Gesture of two
meanings: "I could strangle myself,"
and "I could strangle you."
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