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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3570 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Oedipus, After the Reading Laurie Byro You walk towards me whistling, hands in your pockets. I put down my empty glass and squat down in the summer grass, pat the space next to me and say “I want to read you another.” You reply, “You want to seduce me.” I read you a poem about mothers and unrequited words that have trailed behind you forever and we both look up as blackbirds gather to listen before they peck out our eyes. You offer me your hand to shake. I take it into my mouth and suck your fingers. What is left from these messages is an empty glass, a begging son, a barren woman and those cawing birds that darken the trees. |
