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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3529 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Merging Conflict Steve Williams Engage: Sunday sleep in, my daughter blows giggle farts on my belly. Disengage: The hollow place swells arc of ribs just below each armpit. Engage: Breakfast with the nuthatch, chestnut chickadee; we need more cereal. Disengage: Coconut lime is this woman’s lyric scent, sugar music stained brown, her mind's voice. Eng: Wake in the living room, the squirrel bitches about the 'squirrel proof' feeder. Dis: She and I exchange insomnia. Sleep is Time: a deity undeserving of worship. E: On my daughter's second day of school, she kneels in the wrong line, blooms a cry. D: I snore loud, often, still have my tonsils. Women in my life need to start sleep first. I cannot hear my wife over rain pelting the empty puddle of my gut that lies beyond the front door, refuses to enter this dry home. The bedroom has become a furnished trampoline of unsaid silence, yet motel rooms are bereft of backyards, the bounce of birds in maples. I fly a kite with my daughter off the edge of a cliff. To jump is to test fly the kite, would both of us sink the sail, break the string? Fall or flight: a constant contemplative choice, the depth worth the height of the view. |
