ANECDOTE ABSTRACT
Here wires dangle
their limp primary
blues and reds
a kindergarten
of upturned bulbs.
At their broken ends,
individuals sprouted
and my eyes closed––
afraid to put one out.
I squeezed along the left––
weeds of vomiting machinery
cardinal direction surged
live snakes entwined my thigh––
and made for the
counter likewise covered.
Hamstrung out
I held that long eye
feckless against the dark
as I turned
you too had squeezed––
not quite the shape––
and looking up
in your eyes
only my face.
OFFED
I had to bake him in
a pie
24 –– no –– 13
ways to flight
he flew out flittermouse-like
shadows on Courthouse Midnight’s steps.
A Ph.D. student at the University of Georgia, Julia Anjard Maher lives in balmy Athens, Georgia where she is working on her first book-length collection: Four Streams : 四 川. These pieces are part of her newest project––a Spicerian serial poem that takes Greek mythology for one of its braided subjects.
Here wires dangle
their limp primary
blues and reds
a kindergarten
of upturned bulbs.
At their broken ends,
individuals sprouted
and my eyes closed––
afraid to put one out.
I squeezed along the left––
weeds of vomiting machinery
cardinal direction surged
live snakes entwined my thigh––
and made for the
counter likewise covered.
Hamstrung out
I held that long eye
feckless against the dark
as I turned
you too had squeezed––
not quite the shape––
and looking up
in your eyes
only my face.
OFFED
I had to bake him in
a pie
24 –– no –– 13
ways to flight
he flew out flittermouse-like
shadows on Courthouse Midnight’s steps.
A Ph.D. student at the University of Georgia, Julia Anjard Maher lives in balmy Athens, Georgia where she is working on her first book-length collection: Four Streams : 四 川. These pieces are part of her newest project––a Spicerian serial poem that takes Greek mythology for one of its braided subjects.
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