Death Becomes Her

"Like rain

becomes a hearing aid
in darkness.

Let’s assume
she doesn't mind

informal forms of address:

Heavy-eyed space heater,

a one glass girl:
drowning (in flame).

Submerged

(naked
beneath an inflatable pool toy)

a nipple,
maybe areola,

exposes itself
beneath the porch light moon.

*

Something is wrong –

"Never quit" is written on the grocery list (again).

Stay away from lonely places:
                     Public pools
                     Life during wartime
                     Sunday afternoons"

-by Chad Forgbred

(I really enjoyed how sparse the poem felt, but keeping with such concrete imagery and feeling).

Parallel

"I could show you
Where I live, where
I spend my time,
But the ocean
Floor burns my
Tongue. I have
Been on hold
With the phone
Company for the
Last ten years
Which gives me
Hope. I sit
In the freezer
Planning my escape
But I am comfortable
In silence. I sent
A post card to the moon
Telling him his light
Was burning my eyes.
As the cold air
Tried to arrest me
And I surrendered."

-By Alexis Youngs

(I really loved Alexis' imitation poem. It felt both different from her usual work, but still very her.)

French

There is no pre-existing story; I just like to watch you.

Not in that creepy way, like the dude

with the pink mohawk and black

sideburns. You know, in the food

court with the cold French fries.

It's just when you move, take action,

shake your fist at the sky

no matter how many people

ask or offer to drive you to the mental

hospital down county road.

You always know what to say,

who to kick around, who to piss

off with that cockamamie donkey

laugh.

A mesmerizing challenge to the world

in a cotton bed and stained white sheets that curled.

(The very first line of this poem comes from Mary Samyn's poem, "Cup and String." from her book, My Life In Heaven. I thought to move it a few times to be deeper within the poem, but it just felt right as the opener.)

Failed Exchange

Council Property
on housing list
has criticized occupants
in Leslie.

The detached house
has been found, said previous
tenants. The Council
need the same
adaptions. One

argues with the question
"How long is reason?" Seven
months is too long. A blot
on support under specific adaption.

(This poem was adapted from a Scottish newspaper post from March 25th. It was the second or third attempt at the erasure that I was actually happy with. I'm glad, also, that I didn't have to change too much to bring the sound I wanted to the poem. Anyway, the original article was published by Neil Henderson for Fife Today. Here's a link, for those interested in reading the original article: FifeToday Article).

Chameleon Woman

Table of Contents:

Comprehension

Nearly Everything

Tea Time

Escape

Scud

The Desperate Vigil

No Breaks

More Tea Time

Wired

(This will be fiddled with a lot though, as some poems haven't been added to it yet.)

"Chameleon Woman is something easy to get because it has all the things that entice people. Like sex. People are probably already paying more attention to this simply by the appearance of the word, and if it appears a few more times, it may just draw a look. But it’s not just about sex, and you have to read it to know. It’s about relationships and mothers and brothers and that creepy man you caught staring at you one day while you were eating a pretzel in the food court. Assuming you do that. It’s about nature and other arbitrary concepts that are too big to put without rolling your eyes. It’s something you just have to dig into and hope you like, otherwise you wasted some money. It’s about self-awareness in the worst and best ways, about women and men who know and will never know who they are."

(The book description too. I wanted this to all go together, and the description took a bit longer than I thought.)