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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3839 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Random Lines from a Letter to Him Laurel K. Dodge A wool sweater folded beneath the tree. A wreath of nettles and berries scratches the door. A hairshirt, a crown of thorns. The cd repeats: I hurt myself today. Fat barely sustains me; a bear, I eke and eke. Through my midnight, I hibernate. In my dream a dead man ravishes me, ravenous as a puma. Hares dangle from his hands, a valley cleaves his chin. He looks past me, searching for the twitch of ears, the telltale flap of wings. A grouse, flushed out, hangs in his crosshairs, waiting to be taken down. This morning, a new year. Cats sleep in the sun. A frosted lawn. Coffee, creamed, sugared. Hot. A dragon curled on my arm, latent as want. Bruises bracelet wrists. My neck, mottled with teeth marks. |
