i.
May you enter unintelligently into
an antecedent and forget your name.
Tall grass gone to seed. Small mammals
at play. An air raid siren far away.
High in the vaulted pattern
the clatter of bone spoon on
incisors. Vitrine ladel, robust
offerings, deep in the beef body,
almost home.
ii.
Someone enters the room
with a knives for hands. Mezzanine kitchen,
multi-track conversation. Sharp speech.
Ancient snail shells in the shadows,
you lift them up to your ear. It’s like
stumbling into the middle of a sentence
that doesn’t end. Architectural delay,
thin walls, voices electrocuted.
Morning comes, sallow light,
an opening, dead to the sun.
iii.
Your dream: a house with falling ceilings.
Your dream: a house wherein only
failure, relentless, unmitigated, is
the tradition of your trying.
Large plaster-y primitive cakes
in the fullness of their moisture.
Here you will relearn your cadence.
Here you will learn to come undone.
Jenifer Metsker 's
poetry has been published in Beloit, Birdfeast, Cream City Review, Gulf Coast, The Southern Review,
The Seattle Review, Rhino, and many other journals.
Her audio poetry has been featured regularly on the BBC Radio program Short Cuts.
Kendall Babl is a sculptor, musician, arborist, and writer who has exhibited work internationally. He has been published in Kipseli and Sound Sculpture, and is the founder of the art agency BU-CON which can be found at bucon.earth.
ISSUE TWENTY THREE: Let Yrs Slay Me
Toti O'Brien
Second Blooming
Donna Dallas
Epic Wretch
Juliet Cook
When I was a little girl,
I threw a rock at a crab
and accidentally killed it
Jennifer Metsker & Kendall Babl
Uninvited Images Arriving
to the Lightless Shale of Sleep
Heikki Huotari
Unfinished Sympathy
Barry Charman
Becoming
Benjamin Nardolilli
Pay Attention Update