Duality
30 July 2009
Vol. 9, No. 2
poetry
Because we stash words
in our temporal lobes
in pairs—best friend with dog,
dog with cat, catatonia with last Friday, fried
eggs with broken plate—
we see associations before we say them: …
Fast Forward
27 July 2009
Vol. 9, No. 2
poetry
You couldn't talk to me, you said, meaning
you couldn't hear, which was ok since
I'd lost my voice. That was before I started
singing, pushing the vacuum ahead of me
like a seed spreader, tethered to the stereo
by headphones. You were absent enough for me…