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Sample poem from Figments (& other occurrences)
The Taxidermist
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I was the most flawed person I ever had to
live with. My wife said that something
had lately come between us like a child’s overflowing water glass. At night I ached and screamed, flailing
phantom limbs. I called across
rooftops and the animals came, bristling their
black, white, and brown fur, wind stitching their innocent eyes. I measured paws and wings and claws. I stayed inside. I recorded the essentials, like my sister’s
baby growing incrementally. Muscles
were migrating clouds, the small necks marvelous at swiveling, skin carefully
adjusted. Everything worked. Orange pads pushed me sideways. Useless, sharp, yellow teeth still frightened
me into a corner. I sleepwalked during
the day. Human voices whimpered. We couldn’t have children. They would eat us alive anyway,
my wife said. Our bodies grew
accustomed to emptiness. Breathe
deeply, I wanted to tell her, and we’ll fill up inside. |
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