Halloween comes early and stays all month at Tarpaulin Sky, especially in the "Chronic Content" section. Thanks to Andrea Kneeland, we have some rather disturbing "Home Movies" (O, aren't they all!) and even "Drafts," now onscreen or under glass, like so many greasy bits of celluloid evidence. . . .
the way flesh swarms like ants the stuttering thumps embedded
like morse in our bones forever a history of fingers glistening
like butter the way memory is sort of a stain
in the cloth
like morse in our bones forever a history of fingers glistening
like butter the way memory is sort of a stain
in the cloth
like grease or like blood forever there you are unbleached
how you let them touch you forever your breasts fleshed guppyfish
eyes straining toward opposite points in the air forever the arch
of your skin. . .
how you let them touch you forever your breasts fleshed guppyfish
eyes straining toward opposite points in the air forever the arch
of your skin. . .
CLICK HERE TO EXAMINE TWO POEMS BY ANDREA KNEELAND
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