MARYANN HAZEN-STEARNS : Tenth Avenue Whistle
LYN LIFSHIN : When I Bury My Face in the Crimson Velvet
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MARYANN HAZEN-STEARNS
Tenth Avenue Whistle
They call me Mystic Sister of Glory Eyed Wonder. I exhale pewter breath with the terrible violence of a single falling flake of snow. I blink torpid eyes your way. The line forms here. Dame of Sesame Flesh. I shrug shoulders carved from hashish. I fling a wreath of bleeding roses at your blistered feet. You flinch in the very marrow of dawn. Come and get it. My russet bones blaze upon the pavement in your eyes. Charcoal stars float to ground and peter out like you dude. Cha cha cha. I pick the pink carcass of your mind, lick your lips dry. I'm rotting you slowly. You know where I am. The winds of 10th Avenue whistle through the skeleton of your spirit - Toot your flute suit. Oh how you scream and cough up the money and man oh man, it's so exquisitely intimate.
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LYN LIFSHIN
When I Bury My Face in the Crimson Velvet
It's not just the faint musk of rose or how my skin smelled, moving against another body but a xerox of a xerox of a strange woman's sweat, some where in a shadowy room in a basement in China, bent over these sleeves, pressing and smoothing the seams as if the blood cloth was the corpse of the baby daughter she never held. Her husband took the baby, it was the rule: only one and they needed a son. He was already half crippled, bent into himself as if he'd prayed 3/4 ths of his life in the rice fields. She didn't ask when he came back, his arms empty, just shook his head. From then on, they rarely said anything to each other. But in her dreams she hears her little orchid gasp and cry, sees the perfect fingers reaching for her. The velvet is softer than anything else she can touch. How could it matter that like everything she longed to hold and press into her lips, her body, she can't once she's made it, keep
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