our lady of anemia
9 September 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3
poetry, prose poem
She begins with tiny spoons and screws. Swallows safety pins and penny nails by the dozen. Paperclips, thumbtacks, saltshaker tops. The doctors say it's dire, prescribe lithium and fresh air. Her mother cries and brings cake.
fret
6 September 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3
poetry
Lets say a woman's heart
is like a windup bird.
The conservatory filled
with oranges and the cellar
disordered, unstable…